Me and my awake.
WARNING: typical whiney emo-ish type entry, steer clear if necessary. ((yes, I called it emo, who cares?))
Hello.
It's 4:52am or so. I'm tired, and waiting for my laundry to finish drying. I have to do it now, because I was busy over the weekend, and i have rehearsal tomorrow (monday) night ((technically tonight)), and I have headshots to take tuesday morning, rehearsal wed, thurs and fri. nights (some for Trojan Women, some for the sketch comedy group). Sometimes I wish there was people who randomly/coincidentally wanted hang out at 4 something in the morning, but then, I wouldn't want to if could be sleeping so...
Jesus fucking christ I'm tired of being lonely. In as far as a relationship, as well as just with friends who I actually feel close to, and for that matter, also in the straight up lack of sexual fun. It fucking sucks. (blah blah, wah, emo shit). In any case, I guess I should be happy that i have a few pretty good friends, but it seems difficult to find ones you can ever be really close with. And speakin of really close with, it's even harder for me (no pun intended, maybe) to find girl type-peoples whom I can be physically close with, but you get the idea by now, I'm lonely in each way, and I don't like it, and so goes the world.
I'm trying to be more confident, but I still don't have the hang of it. And I still don't care about clubs and that crowd n junk, or needing to get drunk or high or whatever. How the hell does it work? Fuck ass douchehole shit. Anyways, I'm going on a road trip soon, so that's pretty exciting.
I wish I had some pizza, but not right now. I'm thirsty.
I have a long tongue.
on that note, a poem.
"PIERCING"
rapt. wrapped.
False walls of skin, flesh?
Feeling forgotten, deserves not a name
saturated. burst.
Boundaries without, borders?
Forgetting to feel, unnamed deserving
Everything, every thorn, ever torn
lost but listening
being forced out, but without escape
flesh is ignited by the force of the scrape
force of the hate becoming forced to sedate
bleedings okay when your heart belongs on the other side
I love you, but I don't know you from the prick of the thorn.
Hello.
It's 4:52am or so. I'm tired, and waiting for my laundry to finish drying. I have to do it now, because I was busy over the weekend, and i have rehearsal tomorrow (monday) night ((technically tonight)), and I have headshots to take tuesday morning, rehearsal wed, thurs and fri. nights (some for Trojan Women, some for the sketch comedy group). Sometimes I wish there was people who randomly/coincidentally wanted hang out at 4 something in the morning, but then, I wouldn't want to if could be sleeping so...
Jesus fucking christ I'm tired of being lonely. In as far as a relationship, as well as just with friends who I actually feel close to, and for that matter, also in the straight up lack of sexual fun. It fucking sucks. (blah blah, wah, emo shit). In any case, I guess I should be happy that i have a few pretty good friends, but it seems difficult to find ones you can ever be really close with. And speakin of really close with, it's even harder for me (no pun intended, maybe) to find girl type-peoples whom I can be physically close with, but you get the idea by now, I'm lonely in each way, and I don't like it, and so goes the world.
I'm trying to be more confident, but I still don't have the hang of it. And I still don't care about clubs and that crowd n junk, or needing to get drunk or high or whatever. How the hell does it work? Fuck ass douchehole shit. Anyways, I'm going on a road trip soon, so that's pretty exciting.
I wish I had some pizza, but not right now. I'm thirsty.
I have a long tongue.
on that note, a poem.
"PIERCING"
rapt. wrapped.
False walls of skin, flesh?
Feeling forgotten, deserves not a name
saturated. burst.
Boundaries without, borders?
Forgetting to feel, unnamed deserving
Everything, every thorn, ever torn
lost but listening
being forced out, but without escape
flesh is ignited by the force of the scrape
force of the hate becoming forced to sedate
bleedings okay when your heart belongs on the other side
I love you, but I don't know you from the prick of the thorn.