I hear this shit is good for you.
It’s utterly bizarre to be brought back to this site so many years later and read the frequently miserable as fuck outpourings I’ve left here. Makes me feel pretty uncomfortable at points, but thankfully I got reminded that “we were so young”. It’s ok to be dumb as fuck when you’re learning your way. Maybe not everyone has to go through that to get to the good stuff but I did. Definitely not saying I’m perfect now, I just know I don’t know shit. Hopefully it makes me less preachy. We shall see.
I feel like this place must be totally over, so maybe that makes it a nice quiet corner in which to ramble on. I’ve tried a million handwritten ways and none of them stick, wouldn’t it be a blast if this was my jam?!
Conflicted and confused does not sit well with 3 hours sleep. I should really be in bed, never know what the night will bring! I didn’t realize how much of the black bits I had glossed over. No, that’s not true, I remember the rollercoaster so well even with my gappy ass memory. Not like it matters, I feel like we all only get one that shapes our world. The idea has my head a spin. I tried for years to fix the grave error I made. Then I moved on. Only did I? A t-shirt always in a bedside table, lingerie I’ll probably always be too fat to wear, golden photos of days gone by, a ring of rings. To cut this deep it must have stayed pretty sharp. Nearly 20 years, so old! Snuck up on me that’s for sure.
Here I lie. Open to the future.
I feel like this place must be totally over, so maybe that makes it a nice quiet corner in which to ramble on. I’ve tried a million handwritten ways and none of them stick, wouldn’t it be a blast if this was my jam?!
Conflicted and confused does not sit well with 3 hours sleep. I should really be in bed, never know what the night will bring! I didn’t realize how much of the black bits I had glossed over. No, that’s not true, I remember the rollercoaster so well even with my gappy ass memory. Not like it matters, I feel like we all only get one that shapes our world. The idea has my head a spin. I tried for years to fix the grave error I made. Then I moved on. Only did I? A t-shirt always in a bedside table, lingerie I’ll probably always be too fat to wear, golden photos of days gone by, a ring of rings. To cut this deep it must have stayed pretty sharp. Nearly 20 years, so old! Snuck up on me that’s for sure.
Here I lie. Open to the future.