Feb 15, 2009 23:43
The drive is out. I'm tired from desperate attempts and false hopes.
It's like floating corpses. I have become what I and my best friend feared. A floating corpse that works almost like a machine.
Methodical steps. 1, 2, 3, 4, and so on..
Friday was terrible. Lets not even get to how stupid it really was.
Saturday was alright, I suppose. I had a big group thing in mind, but restrictions set us back.
However, tonight was really nice. I made the best of my day by using all my energy making people laugh, playing some songs for the older folks at the party, and some instrumentals for our enjoyment. Still, I felt like the puzzle piece that just does not fit in the picture, like always I guess.
Now for some confessions:
1. Cry. More. Get over it, bitch.
2. It's now, or nothing.
3. It isn't affection, it's settlement. But it makes you happy.
4. Why do you fall for the stupidest of things?
weekend,
myself,
friends