We can see your house from here

Jan 31, 2005 00:50

I'm not sleepy anymore. I'm not scared anymore. I'm not excited anymore. I'm still not excited anymore.

I just want to make something, anything, sometime soon. Then fade away into beautiful obscurity. I don't like being seen. I couldn't stand be popular or famous. I don't like people talking about me. I can be like that. Thats not me at all. Just a few moments where I decided real life just wouldn't do anymore. Just a few moments when I had had enough of reality and and exploded. I don't want to live like this anymore. I can't live up to my own invented persona. I just to be quite and find someone to be quite with. maybe I shouldn't go to class tomorrow. Just run away. I sound funny on tape, I wonder, even if I did make something; would it read right, sound funny, or look odd with the color off?
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