Bored as hell and here's something to prove it. =]
I have no means of torturing you by showing this to you
it's just a little something I started today
when I was in my room, obviously bored.
It's just a dumb story I started to write but I guess..
I would like an opinion if anyone's got one even though nobody really checks this anymore.. I don't like myspace blog, so I keep this =]
anyways. here it is. enjoy! [if that is at all possible];]::
As I sat there in the rainy, pitch-black of night, the silence became deafening; almost unbearable. The one time in my life I actually didn't want to be alone, was the only time that I was. All I could do was sit there huddled with my knees up against my chest, pining for someone to acknowledge my existence. Just for somebody, anybody, to realize that I was here. Normally people would be scattered around, walking every which way, and some that would like to say they "know" me would stop to ask me if I'm "okay."
But that's not the case this time. Not like it matters, nothing was or ever will be "NORMAL." What really is being "okay" anyway? Is it looking like everyone else? Talking like everyone else? Acting like everyone else? You tell me, because I no long have an answer for anything anymore.That's not how things used to be. I admit, things weren't always the greatest, but they were never this dark. I kept thinking back to see what went wrong, and just came up empty handed once again.
well thats all I have so far. I'm not sure where I'm going with it yet but who knows.[it seemed longer on the notebook paper..lol]
I also turned one of my friends poems into a song, because she asked me to and so far I think its turned out great.
But I think having you all read that was enough for you guys to chew on for now so maybe I'll repost it into another entry some other time. unless I get bored later tonight I may post it.=]btw it's titled "The Girl"
it's just a little something I started today
when I was in my room, obviously bored.
It's just a dumb story I started to write but I guess..
I would like an opinion if anyone's got one even though nobody really checks this anymore.. I don't like myspace blog, so I keep this =]
anyways. here it is. enjoy! [if that is at all possible];]::
As I sat there in the rainy, pitch-black of night, the silence became deafening; almost unbearable. The one time in my life I actually didn't want to be alone, was the only time that I was. All I could do was sit there huddled with my knees up against my chest, pining for someone to acknowledge my existence. Just for somebody, anybody, to realize that I was here. Normally people would be scattered around, walking every which way, and some that would like to say they "know" me would stop to ask me if I'm "okay."
But that's not the case this time. Not like it matters, nothing was or ever will be "NORMAL." What really is being "okay" anyway? Is it looking like everyone else? Talking like everyone else? Acting like everyone else? You tell me, because I no long have an answer for anything anymore.That's not how things used to be. I admit, things weren't always the greatest, but they were never this dark. I kept thinking back to see what went wrong, and just came up empty handed once again.
well thats all I have so far. I'm not sure where I'm going with it yet but who knows.[it seemed longer on the notebook paper..lol]
I also turned one of my friends poems into a song, because she asked me to and so far I think its turned out great.
But I think having you all read that was enough for you guys to chew on for now so maybe I'll repost it into another entry some other time. unless I get bored later tonight I may post it.=]btw it's titled "The Girl"