I woke up this morning and found myself over so many things. More things than I can list or count.
I'm over sales, and money. I'm over people. I'm over acquaintances, friendships, and relationships. I'm over being cold, and warm. I'm over socks. I'm over cats. I'm over buying records because I feel like I actually own something. I'm over music. I'm over flavored toothpicks. I'm over speakers. I'm over songs that artists play that they don't mean. I'm over paying money for electricity. I'm over people taking advantage of other people. I'm over empathy, because it doesn't seem to exist. I'm over keyboards, and mice. I'm over caring. It never seems to pay off. I'm over heartbreak, and my heart. I'm over books. I'm over foreign films, and animated films. I'm over partisanship. I'm over politics. I'm over the environment, trees, my car, and my house. I'm over my room. I'm over my bed and my desk. I'm over my computer. I'm over my music collection. I'm over Bon Iver, The Beatles, and all the music that reminds me. I'm over the beach. I'm over Northern California. I'm over the house I grew up in, and the refrigerator with the thank you note on it. I'm over photography, I'll never be good, or even good enough. I'm over creation and creativity. I'm over facebook, and twitter. I'm over reading about all of the things that other people do, and how completely inane my life is. I'm over happiness. I'm over american apparel and how their clothes never seem to fit. I'm over clothes. I'm over jeans. I'm over summer dresses, and boots, and cute girls who give me nice looks. I'm over hair, and haircuts. I'm over the stock market, Los Angeles, California, and America. I'm over Barack Obama. I'm over Sarah Palin. I'm over the sun, light, dark, and terracotta pots. I'm over bones. I'm over seeing people at airports. I'm over feeling. It never turns out alright, and no matter how wonderful you feel, you always feel worse afterward. I'm over people, so many people. I'm over how little anyone cares for anyone else. I'm over my phone, and my email. I'm over text messages. I'm over love. I'm so over love. I will never love anyone, ever again. Never. Not for the rest of my life. Not if they are the most wonderful person in the world will I even dream of opening up to them enough to love them. I won't even consider it. There isn't any point. I'm over love.