love in this town: oh the math of it, oh the maps of it.
i dont really know what to say other than the person im becoming isnt exactly who i want him to be. the overwhelming emotional interior is something i thought long since dead, and only recently have i realized it is just thawing out. and really, isnt that what i ran from in the first place?
the truth is on the outside im cold as ever, and fucking happy about it. i can remember the initial draw was exactly that (maybe not initially, but in that '03 and then mid '04 period where i was just a kid with headphones and a book and notebook who eventually took them off and put them away and realized that people were curious to the point of gossip mongering and rumor milling), and how i played the part to perfection. but im not very good at it anymore.
i dont know what i want to do.
that is the simplest sentence i can put to it.
i hope that i can escape unscathed to new hampshire, if only for a couple weeks.
beneath that, i hope that i am submerged neck deep into love and loathing in equal measure.
all in all, i hope that my reemergence doesn't go unnoticed.
isnt that sort of upfrontedness awkward?
in any case, i miss many people that i dont think miss me very much. and that is kind of unsettling.
top records right now:
mixtapes - maps
joanna newsom - have one on me
dead to me - african elephants
dum dum girls - jail la la
crystal castles - the first one
guns up! - something i forget
oh the mess of it, oh the mass of it.
the truth is on the outside im cold as ever, and fucking happy about it. i can remember the initial draw was exactly that (maybe not initially, but in that '03 and then mid '04 period where i was just a kid with headphones and a book and notebook who eventually took them off and put them away and realized that people were curious to the point of gossip mongering and rumor milling), and how i played the part to perfection. but im not very good at it anymore.
i dont know what i want to do.
that is the simplest sentence i can put to it.
i hope that i can escape unscathed to new hampshire, if only for a couple weeks.
beneath that, i hope that i am submerged neck deep into love and loathing in equal measure.
all in all, i hope that my reemergence doesn't go unnoticed.
isnt that sort of upfrontedness awkward?
in any case, i miss many people that i dont think miss me very much. and that is kind of unsettling.
top records right now:
mixtapes - maps
joanna newsom - have one on me
dead to me - african elephants
dum dum girls - jail la la
crystal castles - the first one
guns up! - something i forget
oh the mess of it, oh the mass of it.