because I'm still in love with you, on this harvest moon...
one of the worst weekends of my life. period. I hate mental illness. sometimes, sometimes I wish I could just run away to canada. or anywhere. forget who I am, forget school, and live off the land. but romantic dreams don't accomplish much.
I've been listening to 3 neil young songs constantly: "old man," "heart of gold," and "harvest moon." they're currently the only neil young songs I own. :-( it's what happens when you don't have access to burn any or to buy any. I saw the film "heart of gold" last month and it left a big impact on me. dalton ames. neil young's vocals have made me tingle unlike music has in a while. "handle with care" by the traveling wilburys has had a similar affect.
"old man" especially makes me think of my dad.
this weekend made me think about several things. for one, I suffer from extreme cognitive dissonance; I want to love both my parents, but especially my mother has made it difficult. art --god art, why did you have to go and die? -- he asked me an important question back in december. Dalton ames. have I forgiven my parents. it took me aback. dalton ames. I don't care how well-adjusted anyone thinks they are; they need to actually assess their relationship with their parents. if either of your parents were ever abusive, in any way, ya need to forgive'em. dalton ames. if nothing else, if for the selfish reason that it'll make ya feel good. I don't know how to forgive my mother.
I've had some negative feelings lately. that's a euphemism, dummy. last week I went on a night hike that made me realise just how fat and out of shape I am. dalton ames. never have I felt more worthless. 19, and worthless.
old man, look at my life, I'm a lot like you were...
dalton ames, dalton ames, dalton ames...http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_sound_and_the_fury that should explain dalton ames. that should. it really should.
let's go out and feel the night. because I'm still in love with you.
I haven't felt this bad in years. but right now, with neil young playing and most of the world around me asleep, I can't feel anything. well, I feel the strain of my eyes. maybe I'm not bipolar. maybe i'm just borderline. borderline. funny.
keep me searchin' and I'm growin' old...growin' old...dalton ames...
I've been listening to 3 neil young songs constantly: "old man," "heart of gold," and "harvest moon." they're currently the only neil young songs I own. :-( it's what happens when you don't have access to burn any or to buy any. I saw the film "heart of gold" last month and it left a big impact on me. dalton ames. neil young's vocals have made me tingle unlike music has in a while. "handle with care" by the traveling wilburys has had a similar affect.
"old man" especially makes me think of my dad.
this weekend made me think about several things. for one, I suffer from extreme cognitive dissonance; I want to love both my parents, but especially my mother has made it difficult. art --god art, why did you have to go and die? -- he asked me an important question back in december. Dalton ames. have I forgiven my parents. it took me aback. dalton ames. I don't care how well-adjusted anyone thinks they are; they need to actually assess their relationship with their parents. if either of your parents were ever abusive, in any way, ya need to forgive'em. dalton ames. if nothing else, if for the selfish reason that it'll make ya feel good. I don't know how to forgive my mother.
I've had some negative feelings lately. that's a euphemism, dummy. last week I went on a night hike that made me realise just how fat and out of shape I am. dalton ames. never have I felt more worthless. 19, and worthless.
old man, look at my life, I'm a lot like you were...
dalton ames, dalton ames, dalton ames...http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_sound_and_the_fury that should explain dalton ames. that should. it really should.
let's go out and feel the night. because I'm still in love with you.
I haven't felt this bad in years. but right now, with neil young playing and most of the world around me asleep, I can't feel anything. well, I feel the strain of my eyes. maybe I'm not bipolar. maybe i'm just borderline. borderline. funny.
keep me searchin' and I'm growin' old...growin' old...dalton ames...