So, I'm frustrated.
and a little drunk.
I'm frustrated.
and why, well, I'm not too sure.
these are the facts:
I don't miss Maura. I think about her when I'm really lonely, and I mean, when I'm really really disgustingly lonely; but when I really think about her I realize that I am glad to be without her. It's more of a desire for the comfort we had, and the ease it was to be together, even though is was terribly difficult for us to stand each other.
I hate how I can't help but contradict myself.
Anyway, I don't miss her mind.
she turned into something; something weird. She turned into everything she was against, and it pissed me off. Not necessarily because I'm against what she turned into, but because she is, and was.
She turned into the type of person who was more concerned with getting a degree than being honest.
She turned into one more person to continue asking me what I'm going to do with my life.
As sad as it may be, I have no idea what to do with my life, but I am remarkably content about that.
I just want to be myself, i don't want to impress anyone.
I just do what my heart says, and, Lord, forgive me if my heart does not tell me to waste my time and money getting a degree in History.
I write songs, and I fear and love the fact that I feel that's all I can do.
I don't care if people sing along, all I desire is a simple life.
I'm always a contradiction.
I'm bent between.
for instance-----
after Montana this summer my plan is to A.) wait 'til spring and then move into Maine's wilderness or B.) move to New York City and try to make a name for myself.
And I really really like someone. Like, as in, I find her to be amazing, and my heart literally skipped a beat the other day because of her. But I don't know what to do.
Because, as we all know, I kind of relocate a lot, and sever my contacts-unintentionally, but still existingly (that's a drunk word.)
But I've known her for a bit, and I'm not very good at reading signs.
she's contagious.
But then, of course, I have a little crush on someone else.
I can never be one thing or the other, or sway one way or the other, always rowing down a crooked stream.
I want to go fishing more, it's pissing me off that I work so much.
Two winters ago I went ice fishing at least twice a week.
This winter I've gone three times.
and then part of me just wants to get laid.
I'm frustrated.
and why, well, I'm not too sure.
these are the facts:
I don't miss Maura. I think about her when I'm really lonely, and I mean, when I'm really really disgustingly lonely; but when I really think about her I realize that I am glad to be without her. It's more of a desire for the comfort we had, and the ease it was to be together, even though is was terribly difficult for us to stand each other.
I hate how I can't help but contradict myself.
Anyway, I don't miss her mind.
she turned into something; something weird. She turned into everything she was against, and it pissed me off. Not necessarily because I'm against what she turned into, but because she is, and was.
She turned into the type of person who was more concerned with getting a degree than being honest.
She turned into one more person to continue asking me what I'm going to do with my life.
As sad as it may be, I have no idea what to do with my life, but I am remarkably content about that.
I just want to be myself, i don't want to impress anyone.
I just do what my heart says, and, Lord, forgive me if my heart does not tell me to waste my time and money getting a degree in History.
I write songs, and I fear and love the fact that I feel that's all I can do.
I don't care if people sing along, all I desire is a simple life.
I'm always a contradiction.
I'm bent between.
for instance-----
after Montana this summer my plan is to A.) wait 'til spring and then move into Maine's wilderness or B.) move to New York City and try to make a name for myself.
And I really really like someone. Like, as in, I find her to be amazing, and my heart literally skipped a beat the other day because of her. But I don't know what to do.
Because, as we all know, I kind of relocate a lot, and sever my contacts-unintentionally, but still existingly (that's a drunk word.)
But I've known her for a bit, and I'm not very good at reading signs.
she's contagious.
But then, of course, I have a little crush on someone else.
I can never be one thing or the other, or sway one way or the other, always rowing down a crooked stream.
I want to go fishing more, it's pissing me off that I work so much.
Two winters ago I went ice fishing at least twice a week.
This winter I've gone three times.
and then part of me just wants to get laid.