Your head trip's boring me.
I'll recluntantly admit:
I've been rather nostaligic lately. Though this feeling's fine for many, i dont particularly enjoy it. It's gotten to the point where its almost obsession-looking into the past, analyzing, regretting, wishing, what have you. I know its gotten bad becuase i actually really want to go back to Williamsburg. (Which i will be, for fall break, Nov. 16 or something).
Anyway, i need something else.
I used to listen to this album back in middle school:
Stuck down in a rut of dislogic and smut
A side of you well hid
When it's all said and done
it's real and it's been fun
But was it all real fun?
Let's nuke the bridge we torched
2,000 times before
This time we'll blast it all to hell...
Hm. Some feelings are just timeless and universal, i guess. Ah, who the hell am i kidding, what do i know about how i feel?
I've been rather nostaligic lately. Though this feeling's fine for many, i dont particularly enjoy it. It's gotten to the point where its almost obsession-looking into the past, analyzing, regretting, wishing, what have you. I know its gotten bad becuase i actually really want to go back to Williamsburg. (Which i will be, for fall break, Nov. 16 or something).
Anyway, i need something else.
I used to listen to this album back in middle school:
Stuck down in a rut of dislogic and smut
A side of you well hid
When it's all said and done
it's real and it's been fun
But was it all real fun?
Let's nuke the bridge we torched
2,000 times before
This time we'll blast it all to hell...
Hm. Some feelings are just timeless and universal, i guess. Ah, who the hell am i kidding, what do i know about how i feel?