I could fill up the lake with all the things I didn't say
Dear livejournal,
I'm afraid you might be dead, at least for a while. Maybe forever, it doesn't really matter. I'm living in a weird little mediocrity right now and you were made for the extreme circumstance that make me use big words, or italicize little one. Everything broke, but I built it to high. Maybe a sabbatical.
Its weird to look at people and see that I really did change the world. No one believes me. thats okay, I see it. Little microscopic changes cause by the simple fact that me and everyone simply cannot compromise. So they change, because I won't.
Livejournal, I've been seeing other people. I been thinking about other things. Don't get me wrong, you were special. But first person just doesn't cut it, and I have trouble speaking directly. I wish more people understood that. Anyway, I've been trying some other things. I gots big plans for this weekend, we'll see if it gets done. I'm terribly afraid of people seeing, just as scared of it being ignored. Nothing unusual.
I wish I could be this productive forever. I think its because I want everyone to be proud of me. I'm tired of everyone thinking I'm happy, funny, angry, loud. Any of that. I really don't know how to talk but I know people who do, you don't know them, you wouldn't get along anyway, and besides... they're shy. They wouldn't say anything anyway.
If I make it to next week, it'll be amazing because I know exactly what I want to do. And everyone will disappear and I'll be the only one. I won't be scared, and I'll be able to work. But you won't know; sorry. I don't want to make this any harder than it has to be and I'm sorry I'm so long winded, by product of word count limits I suppose. But it you really care about something you can talk about it.
thank you,
Jacob Z. Smith
I'm afraid you might be dead, at least for a while. Maybe forever, it doesn't really matter. I'm living in a weird little mediocrity right now and you were made for the extreme circumstance that make me use big words, or italicize little one. Everything broke, but I built it to high. Maybe a sabbatical.
Its weird to look at people and see that I really did change the world. No one believes me. thats okay, I see it. Little microscopic changes cause by the simple fact that me and everyone simply cannot compromise. So they change, because I won't.
Livejournal, I've been seeing other people. I been thinking about other things. Don't get me wrong, you were special. But first person just doesn't cut it, and I have trouble speaking directly. I wish more people understood that. Anyway, I've been trying some other things. I gots big plans for this weekend, we'll see if it gets done. I'm terribly afraid of people seeing, just as scared of it being ignored. Nothing unusual.
I wish I could be this productive forever. I think its because I want everyone to be proud of me. I'm tired of everyone thinking I'm happy, funny, angry, loud. Any of that. I really don't know how to talk but I know people who do, you don't know them, you wouldn't get along anyway, and besides... they're shy. They wouldn't say anything anyway.
If I make it to next week, it'll be amazing because I know exactly what I want to do. And everyone will disappear and I'll be the only one. I won't be scared, and I'll be able to work. But you won't know; sorry. I don't want to make this any harder than it has to be and I'm sorry I'm so long winded, by product of word count limits I suppose. But it you really care about something you can talk about it.
thank you,
Jacob Z. Smith