The way things are in my head these days are strange. One minute life is fine, the next i come back to reality and realize the situation that i am in. but i never seem to be "there". i always feel like i am inbetween layers of the last minute and the minute ahead. like in the story "The Langoliers" by Stephen King, i feel like i am chasing time. or running from it.
all this stress must have messed up my system, because my leg is bothering me. plus, my vision is terrible. imagine living under constant strobe lights, that is what is going on, not to mention the aura.
did anyone else see the last episode of Six Feet Under?
i was so upset that Nate died. but in a way, it was so beautiful. because for the first time in his life, he was finally free. and he did not have to live up to anyone's obligations, or answer to anyone. i wish i could do that, just drop all of the things that hold me back and obligations that i have to answer to. to float.
at least he was truly happy. but damn, am i going to miss him.
is it bad that i can become so connected to characters? it is just televisionn, right? they say that television is so bad for people, but how can it evoke such emotion in some of us?
my relentless obsessions. i LOVE these pictures!
are the new seasons on yet?
damn, i make NO sense.