Thinking too much again...
I'm at a loss for words.
How else can I express to you how I feel? You say you know, but you'll never know. Its impossible to express a feeling that strong. I'll spend my whole life trying, and I'll never feel satisfied.
Maybe I'll say it in a language you'll understand... in words you've already heard...
Haru wo tsuge odotte sanba
natsu wo miru uji nohara karakusa kawakuwa
aki o tsuki nobotta manmarusa oiwai
fuyu wo sugi mata tsukihi o kazoeru
I hate people that speed down residential streets. I live on a dead end. You're not gonna get there faster by speeding. You'll just crash harder.
Oh, and what's with people doubting everyone's happiness lately? Assuming things about people they know nothing about... Don't pretend like you know someone, people. You either know them, or you don't. And who cares either way? Just stop trying to satisfy someone who means absolutely nothing, please??
Also, I hate people who bring other people down because they're having some good luck. Don't be jealous. Really. Just have a good time and stop being a sourpuss!!!!! Did I just say sourpuss? Wow. See what annoyance is making me do? Say very gay things.
You know what I want? Tomato soup. Tomato soup and fellow mind. And also, to do something tonight. WHY ARE WE SO BROKE?!?!
*sigh* We starving artists sure do have it tough...
Oh well, life is good, and its only gonna get better. Because, to me, when you're at the top and there's no where else to go, you punch through the fucking roof until you can get higher. Then you help everyone else around you up, if they need it.
Its cold out.
Why do songs sound way cooler when not rhymed in other languages? Its awesome. I'm falling in love with the Japanese tongue. Or maybe just their music. I haven't decided.
I miss the smell of bleaching hair. I want the new pain of a piercing again. I want my drawings to get better. I want the stress of art school to be out of my mind. I want to leave for a month so I can feel the pain of REALLY missing you. I want you. And tomato soup. I want you out of my mind, but I know thats a lie. I love everything you do. And some things you don't.
I don't know what else to say, but there's always more, don't worry about that.
--MF
How else can I express to you how I feel? You say you know, but you'll never know. Its impossible to express a feeling that strong. I'll spend my whole life trying, and I'll never feel satisfied.
Maybe I'll say it in a language you'll understand... in words you've already heard...
Haru wo tsuge odotte sanba
natsu wo miru uji nohara karakusa kawakuwa
aki o tsuki nobotta manmarusa oiwai
fuyu wo sugi mata tsukihi o kazoeru
I hate people that speed down residential streets. I live on a dead end. You're not gonna get there faster by speeding. You'll just crash harder.
Oh, and what's with people doubting everyone's happiness lately? Assuming things about people they know nothing about... Don't pretend like you know someone, people. You either know them, or you don't. And who cares either way? Just stop trying to satisfy someone who means absolutely nothing, please??
Also, I hate people who bring other people down because they're having some good luck. Don't be jealous. Really. Just have a good time and stop being a sourpuss!!!!! Did I just say sourpuss? Wow. See what annoyance is making me do? Say very gay things.
You know what I want? Tomato soup. Tomato soup and fellow mind. And also, to do something tonight. WHY ARE WE SO BROKE?!?!
*sigh* We starving artists sure do have it tough...
Oh well, life is good, and its only gonna get better. Because, to me, when you're at the top and there's no where else to go, you punch through the fucking roof until you can get higher. Then you help everyone else around you up, if they need it.
Its cold out.
Why do songs sound way cooler when not rhymed in other languages? Its awesome. I'm falling in love with the Japanese tongue. Or maybe just their music. I haven't decided.
I miss the smell of bleaching hair. I want the new pain of a piercing again. I want my drawings to get better. I want the stress of art school to be out of my mind. I want to leave for a month so I can feel the pain of REALLY missing you. I want you. And tomato soup. I want you out of my mind, but I know thats a lie. I love everything you do. And some things you don't.
I don't know what else to say, but there's always more, don't worry about that.
--MF