Stay Home
Im at a point tonight, where i have all these things I want to say, all these feelings I want to describe...needing to be written down, just to get out. And honestly, i cant figure out where to begin. Ive sat here looking at that black cursor flashing on the screen, where text should be streaming from as I type out my feelings. the blinking impatience...tick. tick. tick. only adds to the frustration. ... after a few seconds looking at it again.
Im convinced.
Its taunting me...
Why cant it just wait patiently without blinking? ... without that feeling of someone waiting to take your parking space. When you really wanted to search for that CD laying behind the passenger seat but gave up in a fit when you saw that car in your rear view...stopped in the lane. With their BLINKER on. Looking back in the mirror.. you can see them mouthing swear words ("what the fuck hurry up") and so you put the car in reverse and drive off...
But now you want to find that god damn cd even more...feeling like you were robbed of the opportunity by that impatient asshole
Now, your driving, with one hand..the other fingering the floor boards in the back seat, with your head somewhere tilted toward the console of the car.
And naturally the second you look back, your quickly jolted forward as you run right into the back of a - whatever the hell that car is. you cant see the manufacture logo since the back of their trunk is now just a mix of colored metal and glass. and in that moment...your not in pain...your beyond the grip of pain. Your really fucking pissed. and that trumps pain - always.
I guess in someway i just said everything I needed to. Cause really...that pretty much sums up how I feel. I should have just taken my time to begin with.. maybe then I wouldn't be staring into what feels like a train wreck.
call a tow truck...and happy easter.
xx
Im convinced.
Its taunting me...
Why cant it just wait patiently without blinking? ... without that feeling of someone waiting to take your parking space. When you really wanted to search for that CD laying behind the passenger seat but gave up in a fit when you saw that car in your rear view...stopped in the lane. With their BLINKER on. Looking back in the mirror.. you can see them mouthing swear words ("what the fuck hurry up") and so you put the car in reverse and drive off...
But now you want to find that god damn cd even more...feeling like you were robbed of the opportunity by that impatient asshole
Now, your driving, with one hand..the other fingering the floor boards in the back seat, with your head somewhere tilted toward the console of the car.
And naturally the second you look back, your quickly jolted forward as you run right into the back of a - whatever the hell that car is. you cant see the manufacture logo since the back of their trunk is now just a mix of colored metal and glass. and in that moment...your not in pain...your beyond the grip of pain. Your really fucking pissed. and that trumps pain - always.
I guess in someway i just said everything I needed to. Cause really...that pretty much sums up how I feel. I should have just taken my time to begin with.. maybe then I wouldn't be staring into what feels like a train wreck.
call a tow truck...and happy easter.
xx