infinitesmal psychobabble
oh gahss...i still love tilly and the wall. i miss my purse.
and we will sing, singing songs about love and we will fight, we will fight, if that's what it takes and we won't back down, no we won't shut our eyes and go to sleep...
except that's exactly what i want to do, is just go to sleep. but when my head sinks into my pillow, i start thinking about things that have happened and things that could happen and things that never will be. i think about when me and megan used to live together, i think about this past weekend...i analyze and overanalyze until i have to drag myself out from between my sheets at two aye ehm to smoke out my window.
one of the little things i appreciate the most is the retarded conversations chris wilds and i have:
BlackLabelWilds: h0ll4rf?!
smoothkryminull: aye ahr nombuhr wunn!!!2121@#!#$14091! ~oneoen
BlackLabelWilds: lol
smoothkryminull: wh4t 4hr up
BlackLabelWilds: n0ffin1?
smoothkryminull: a3ye 4m b0orrr3333sd
BlackLabelWilds: ehl oh ehl
BlackLabelWilds: ni0ce
i just downloaded a song called "shake your sillies out" by some australian dude. wibble your wobbles away, hey!
some days i'd give anything for a simple rewind button. this stupid tilly and the wall song reminds me of that time earlier this year when everything seemed fine. and i miss people. i miss walking to find a ride through the snow with buster. i miss that night with cheska/tim/jason/buster/dustin at katie m's house. i miss the bright eyes concert with hannah. i miss sleeping in the cold spot at tim's house. i miss getting rescued by katie when matt broke up with me and i called her bawling my eyes out.
we all seem to just pass right through...we all have nothing left to lose anymore, at least i don't.
and we will sing, singing songs about love and we will fight, we will fight, if that's what it takes and we won't back down, no we won't shut our eyes and go to sleep...
except that's exactly what i want to do, is just go to sleep. but when my head sinks into my pillow, i start thinking about things that have happened and things that could happen and things that never will be. i think about when me and megan used to live together, i think about this past weekend...i analyze and overanalyze until i have to drag myself out from between my sheets at two aye ehm to smoke out my window.
one of the little things i appreciate the most is the retarded conversations chris wilds and i have:
BlackLabelWilds: h0ll4rf?!
smoothkryminull: aye ahr nombuhr wunn!!!2121@#!#$14091! ~oneoen
BlackLabelWilds: lol
smoothkryminull: wh4t 4hr up
BlackLabelWilds: n0ffin1?
smoothkryminull: a3ye 4m b0orrr3333sd
BlackLabelWilds: ehl oh ehl
BlackLabelWilds: ni0ce
i just downloaded a song called "shake your sillies out" by some australian dude. wibble your wobbles away, hey!
some days i'd give anything for a simple rewind button. this stupid tilly and the wall song reminds me of that time earlier this year when everything seemed fine. and i miss people. i miss walking to find a ride through the snow with buster. i miss that night with cheska/tim/jason/buster/dustin at katie m's house. i miss the bright eyes concert with hannah. i miss sleeping in the cold spot at tim's house. i miss getting rescued by katie when matt broke up with me and i called her bawling my eyes out.
we all seem to just pass right through...we all have nothing left to lose anymore, at least i don't.