Rivers, Lakes, and Ponds.
There are many things I feel like doing right about now.
Flushing my head down a toilet is one.
Punching a wall is another.
Screaming at the top of my lungs "FUUUUUCK" so that someone may hear it 400 miles away from me.
Basically, I'm fucking retarded.
Andrew, you should have known better.
You should have known better.
Why look at something so optimistically, when it's really bleak and there's not much to gain.
Not even friendship apparently.
It can't be any less than that because we're so far apart.
I still don't understand why we can't at least talk.
Is it that painful? Am I that much of a fucking bummer?
Anyway, I'm done.
I feel gutless, I have no motivation to do anything... film, music, meeting new people, writing, or even just going to work.
Empty.
I need a change of pace and very quickly.
Flushing my head down a toilet is one.
Punching a wall is another.
Screaming at the top of my lungs "FUUUUUCK" so that someone may hear it 400 miles away from me.
Basically, I'm fucking retarded.
Andrew, you should have known better.
You should have known better.
Why look at something so optimistically, when it's really bleak and there's not much to gain.
Not even friendship apparently.
It can't be any less than that because we're so far apart.
I still don't understand why we can't at least talk.
Is it that painful? Am I that much of a fucking bummer?
Anyway, I'm done.
I feel gutless, I have no motivation to do anything... film, music, meeting new people, writing, or even just going to work.
Empty.
I need a change of pace and very quickly.