Watching this damn movie again...
... Even though I cry every time.
Why do I find myself in the same place I always do? Why am I always wishing and dreaming? I just have all this "creativity" and no way to express it. I'm just so god damn average it makes me sick.
I'm caught somewhere between Bukowski and Jim Carrey. My life feels like a sad comedy.
As much as I just want to forget it all, and block out every memory, I can't. I still love her. I would leave all my flaws and habit behind in order to live a happy life with the woman I choose.
it will never happen. And these fleeting moments, are exactly that. They are all just illusions.
Why do I find myself in the same place I always do? Why am I always wishing and dreaming? I just have all this "creativity" and no way to express it. I'm just so god damn average it makes me sick.
I'm caught somewhere between Bukowski and Jim Carrey. My life feels like a sad comedy.
As much as I just want to forget it all, and block out every memory, I can't. I still love her. I would leave all my flaws and habit behind in order to live a happy life with the woman I choose.
it will never happen. And these fleeting moments, are exactly that. They are all just illusions.