"And I'm not gonna smoke. . ."
Ah, melodrama, I have returned. Embrace thee! hehehe. yeah. I dunno. I dunno where I am right now; my center was kinda off last night, a great deal due to a phone conversation I had with "idiot boy" as Becky calls him. yeah. And, it was not so much his fault. Well, I mean, I could scapegoat, seeing as he is the one that did bring it up. lol, and he wonders why so many dislike him. . .
it's amazing, how much he and my sister know about me. I doubt another human being will ever know as much as either of them. It's like, if I were a magazine, my sister would know the history of the magazine, and have the first issues, but might be missing a few of the more recent ones. Zack, on the other hand, tends to have more recent ones, but not one of the older copies. fitting that I mention this, seeing as the new format of my lj is magazine-ish. harhar.
I need to write. but, not here. yet, I came here. I need to feel the pen motion softly in my hand, and press forward whilst the album cooes it's child to sleep with aural misgivings. I dunno. but, I do know one of the most annoying things ever. yeah, it came back last night. I'll forget it again soon enough, but for now, I need to simply take it in. but, in the end, everything is always all right. think about it. okay, sure, some endings are terribly sad, but, isn't it all right, doesn't it show that the bloody thing came full circle? perhaps. things do tend to come full circle, even if we perceive it as oval due to our human sentiments. but you know what, it's those sentiments that make life worth living. no, I'm not suicidal right now, nor am I particularly depressed. . .I'm just, I'm annoyed.
Yes, I am very much so annoyed. Life. Think about it. What's the purpose? Religion? Love? Money? Progress? Simply for Experience? Or is life merely the answer to an unasked question? there is no point, none. attempt to find one, and you'll be like the "dumb blonde" looking for the corner in the circular room.
I guess, I'm a bit angry now. that calm feeling, that semi-sad/semi-sweet feeling that was beginning to shape and cool and be wonderful, it's shifted. yeah, I was ready for total war; stalemated. I was happy and optimistic; the white people have backlashed, and the year will go down as one of the bloodiest in american history. if you didn't want melodrama, then don't bother reading this. go out and read a book, or go meet and form a relationship and have hot sex and a family and bills and suburbia.
in the end, the love you take, is equal to the love you make. or was it made? I never could quite hear that lyric proper. but, if you did, then, godspeed winston. well, I'm off. I have got a wednesday to trudge through, just like everyone else.
it's amazing, how much he and my sister know about me. I doubt another human being will ever know as much as either of them. It's like, if I were a magazine, my sister would know the history of the magazine, and have the first issues, but might be missing a few of the more recent ones. Zack, on the other hand, tends to have more recent ones, but not one of the older copies. fitting that I mention this, seeing as the new format of my lj is magazine-ish. harhar.
I need to write. but, not here. yet, I came here. I need to feel the pen motion softly in my hand, and press forward whilst the album cooes it's child to sleep with aural misgivings. I dunno. but, I do know one of the most annoying things ever. yeah, it came back last night. I'll forget it again soon enough, but for now, I need to simply take it in. but, in the end, everything is always all right. think about it. okay, sure, some endings are terribly sad, but, isn't it all right, doesn't it show that the bloody thing came full circle? perhaps. things do tend to come full circle, even if we perceive it as oval due to our human sentiments. but you know what, it's those sentiments that make life worth living. no, I'm not suicidal right now, nor am I particularly depressed. . .I'm just, I'm annoyed.
Yes, I am very much so annoyed. Life. Think about it. What's the purpose? Religion? Love? Money? Progress? Simply for Experience? Or is life merely the answer to an unasked question? there is no point, none. attempt to find one, and you'll be like the "dumb blonde" looking for the corner in the circular room.
I guess, I'm a bit angry now. that calm feeling, that semi-sad/semi-sweet feeling that was beginning to shape and cool and be wonderful, it's shifted. yeah, I was ready for total war; stalemated. I was happy and optimistic; the white people have backlashed, and the year will go down as one of the bloodiest in american history. if you didn't want melodrama, then don't bother reading this. go out and read a book, or go meet and form a relationship and have hot sex and a family and bills and suburbia.
in the end, the love you take, is equal to the love you make. or was it made? I never could quite hear that lyric proper. but, if you did, then, godspeed winston. well, I'm off. I have got a wednesday to trudge through, just like everyone else.