I'm pathetic
What the hell?! I'm sitting here, drunk, reverting to previous mindsets, almost a flashback of every girl with which I've been infatuated yet never developed anything. Weird.
I don't like it. But I'm doing it anyway. It's dumb, it's stupid. I don't like it. It's some sort of brain candy, I know it. There is nothing to be gained from doing so, and still, I do it. Very dangerous. A betrayal of everyone I know and care deeply for.
Yet I still go after that which I will never tame. This disturbs me. These things are unresolved, since things unresolved are those which plague my mind night after night. There is no reason for these people to remain in my head, and things which never were could never be unresolved, right? Nothing was ever lost; thusly, nothing could ever be "corrected," or rethought to provide a better outcome.
Why do I do this? Why cannot I be content with what I have now? I hope for sure that I am no conduit for times past and those to come. That would be just weird. It does give me a leg up, though. If, one day, I could view my life... the truth... how the future and the past connected... this is all crazy drunk talk. I'm unraveling right now... All the sanity I thought I had... I need to get it back together. Perhaps Sunday will be better? This cold is getting to me...
Lots of ellipses. Ah! I should talk to my family and friends to remember myself!
I don't like it. But I'm doing it anyway. It's dumb, it's stupid. I don't like it. It's some sort of brain candy, I know it. There is nothing to be gained from doing so, and still, I do it. Very dangerous. A betrayal of everyone I know and care deeply for.
Yet I still go after that which I will never tame. This disturbs me. These things are unresolved, since things unresolved are those which plague my mind night after night. There is no reason for these people to remain in my head, and things which never were could never be unresolved, right? Nothing was ever lost; thusly, nothing could ever be "corrected," or rethought to provide a better outcome.
Why do I do this? Why cannot I be content with what I have now? I hope for sure that I am no conduit for times past and those to come. That would be just weird. It does give me a leg up, though. If, one day, I could view my life... the truth... how the future and the past connected... this is all crazy drunk talk. I'm unraveling right now... All the sanity I thought I had... I need to get it back together. Perhaps Sunday will be better? This cold is getting to me...
Lots of ellipses. Ah! I should talk to my family and friends to remember myself!