man oh man
things were going really good for a minute, the whole "hanging out with a million people" thing was working there for me. but that isnt working anymore. because all those people end up going home. and again, i am alone. i realized this tonight.
people keep telling me to enjoy being single. and they keep saying if im looking for someone, i will never find them. whatever. how can you stop looking for something when its the one thing you need in the world. damn the needy.
i want a crazy woman. someone with a lot of drama and emotional baggage. who can sing really well. and that is attractive to me (and that isnt just looks, its everything).
because if i didnt have that, simply put, i would become bored, and restless.
the world is ass backwards. vanessa was right. people find someone who they find attractive, get to know them, then move on. i believe that people should all marry their best friends (for me my best friend of the oppisite sex, but you know, whatever you are into). thats the way it should be.
i keep getting really depressed again.
i really hate it, i was going so strong, and now, everynight, it kicks in, about this time, the time i cant sleep so i come to write, but cant write, so i put everything into a stupid fucking myspace blog that the whole world can fucking read. the mattress in the living room isnt helping. maybe it wasnt the size or lonlieness of the room. maybe it was just the lonliness of lying in bed alone everynight, with no one to kiss or hold or wake up to.
if i werent a fuck up, things would be good. but i am. and there is really no going back now. even though i feel im moving backwards, its not taking back to the good point where i want it to.
do i really believe that i need someone to save me? what kind of person, at age 21, believes that they are doomed to be left alone forever...let me tell you who. me. and maybe a few others, but we are a rare breed. a sad, desperate breed. we keep looking for love, but do not know where or how to find it.
goddamn you joe the italian, for being a better me. i wish i were you right now. with my girl, probabally lying in bed next to her. probabally tired from making out all night.
i wish i was a better me.
i wish i could be just someone else so often that it isnt even funny...
there is a lot that i have going for me. so how come i cant get a good woman? how come? why am i doomed to be left alone...ill tell you why. because im desperate and miserable. and women, they can sense that, they can almost smell it...
thats why.
goddamn i am such a fucking pussy all the time.
i really wanted to post some lyrics...but im not in the mood.
who needs a drink?
people keep telling me to enjoy being single. and they keep saying if im looking for someone, i will never find them. whatever. how can you stop looking for something when its the one thing you need in the world. damn the needy.
i want a crazy woman. someone with a lot of drama and emotional baggage. who can sing really well. and that is attractive to me (and that isnt just looks, its everything).
because if i didnt have that, simply put, i would become bored, and restless.
the world is ass backwards. vanessa was right. people find someone who they find attractive, get to know them, then move on. i believe that people should all marry their best friends (for me my best friend of the oppisite sex, but you know, whatever you are into). thats the way it should be.
i keep getting really depressed again.
i really hate it, i was going so strong, and now, everynight, it kicks in, about this time, the time i cant sleep so i come to write, but cant write, so i put everything into a stupid fucking myspace blog that the whole world can fucking read. the mattress in the living room isnt helping. maybe it wasnt the size or lonlieness of the room. maybe it was just the lonliness of lying in bed alone everynight, with no one to kiss or hold or wake up to.
if i werent a fuck up, things would be good. but i am. and there is really no going back now. even though i feel im moving backwards, its not taking back to the good point where i want it to.
do i really believe that i need someone to save me? what kind of person, at age 21, believes that they are doomed to be left alone forever...let me tell you who. me. and maybe a few others, but we are a rare breed. a sad, desperate breed. we keep looking for love, but do not know where or how to find it.
goddamn you joe the italian, for being a better me. i wish i were you right now. with my girl, probabally lying in bed next to her. probabally tired from making out all night.
i wish i was a better me.
i wish i could be just someone else so often that it isnt even funny...
there is a lot that i have going for me. so how come i cant get a good woman? how come? why am i doomed to be left alone...ill tell you why. because im desperate and miserable. and women, they can sense that, they can almost smell it...
thats why.
goddamn i am such a fucking pussy all the time.
i really wanted to post some lyrics...but im not in the mood.
who needs a drink?