Journal entries are fun, I'm sorry I'm always so sad when I do my journals. . .*shrug* oh well.
Hey there. I fell asleep at like, 8:15 on a friday night, and here I am, 2:15, been up fer nearly half an hour. yeah. I'm a dork. I got, I got so sad. My soul is rather melancholy lately, as I drown in this world all alone. I'm so sad, I really am, and I've no idear why. I wish I wasn't. I'm afraid I may be liking certain people just because I'm that lonely. well, 3 people, to be precise. damn. that's a lot of people. *sigh* oh well. I shouldn't lament much about people I can't have. i should lament about a boring school day, or politics, or philosophy, or something profound, but no. Instead, I'm a whiny little school-girl, with bruised knees and skinned elbows. yeah, ain't it lovely?
No, what is lovely is the feeling of intense melancholy one gets at 8pm on a friday night, in a dark house, a child awake in your parents bedroom, an oafish, but means well, uncle asleep in your living room downstairs. It's just, it's terribly upsetting. I won't kill myself anytime soon, but damnit, if I can't have my preventive naps, I'll kill. . .you! yeah. that's it. with a frying pan. and a hot plate. okay, I wouldn't.
But, speaking of things I would do. . .this song really speak to me right now. hence,I just gave the warning that when given to extreme melancholy, I need me naps.
Asleep
by the Smiths:
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I'm tired and I
I want to go to bed
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
And then leave me alone
Don't try to wake me in the morning
'Cause I will be gone
Don't feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I will feel so glad to go
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I don't want to wake up
On my own anymore
Sing to me
Sing to me
I don't want to wake up
On my own anymore
Don't feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I really want to go
There is another world
There is a better world
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well ...
Bye bye
Bye bye
Bye ...
No, what is lovely is the feeling of intense melancholy one gets at 8pm on a friday night, in a dark house, a child awake in your parents bedroom, an oafish, but means well, uncle asleep in your living room downstairs. It's just, it's terribly upsetting. I won't kill myself anytime soon, but damnit, if I can't have my preventive naps, I'll kill. . .you! yeah. that's it. with a frying pan. and a hot plate. okay, I wouldn't.
But, speaking of things I would do. . .this song really speak to me right now. hence,I just gave the warning that when given to extreme melancholy, I need me naps.
Asleep
by the Smiths:
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I'm tired and I
I want to go to bed
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
And then leave me alone
Don't try to wake me in the morning
'Cause I will be gone
Don't feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I will feel so glad to go
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I don't want to wake up
On my own anymore
Sing to me
Sing to me
I don't want to wake up
On my own anymore
Don't feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I really want to go
There is another world
There is a better world
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well ...
Bye bye
Bye bye
Bye ...