oh so...me
full moon tonight. sometimes i cant help but to wonder why i have such a astrange fascination with the moon. its the moon. but its so mystical, so many things are attributed to it, people celebrate it, others fear of it....
its so beautiful. a silent reminder that no matter how far away a person is, they are seeing the same moon as you.
... i want to write about the main thing that is bugging me, but at the same time i dont. which defeats the purpose of this journal, but its one of those things that you dont want to say or even mention outloud beacuse then it becomes real sort of things.
i hate that feeling. not a feeling, more like an emotion. of defeat, and knowing and understanding. but the kind of understanding that hurts you beacuse you know its something that you can never really accept? does that make any sense?\
maybe thats why i am so afraid to write it down. the same fear that has plauged me since 7th grade...ok not fear, fact.
fact fact fact fact.
highligheted even more so by git's current situation.
-_-
music is really something, isnt it? there is nothing then going through the shuffle of my iTunes and discovering a song that i had heard, but not really HEARD.
i love that feeling.
that was the initial point of this point. was to to discuss how much music can influence someones life, or heck, mood (if we think in the now).
i can honestly say that some of my saddest moment are when my iPod runs out of music. and there will always be certain songs that never grow old. you grow old wit them though
today i worked for three hours straght.
i sat down and read and took notes for three hours
.... ok it stil hasnt registered. first time in MY LIFE. of course, under the influence of the medication. how sad. to have to be doped up to be able to sit down and learn. i really hate that small fact. i hate the feeling that I am using a crutch.
.i;m strange. and somewaht tired. how amusing
its so beautiful. a silent reminder that no matter how far away a person is, they are seeing the same moon as you.
... i want to write about the main thing that is bugging me, but at the same time i dont. which defeats the purpose of this journal, but its one of those things that you dont want to say or even mention outloud beacuse then it becomes real sort of things.
i hate that feeling. not a feeling, more like an emotion. of defeat, and knowing and understanding. but the kind of understanding that hurts you beacuse you know its something that you can never really accept? does that make any sense?\
maybe thats why i am so afraid to write it down. the same fear that has plauged me since 7th grade...ok not fear, fact.
fact fact fact fact.
highligheted even more so by git's current situation.
-_-
music is really something, isnt it? there is nothing then going through the shuffle of my iTunes and discovering a song that i had heard, but not really HEARD.
i love that feeling.
that was the initial point of this point. was to to discuss how much music can influence someones life, or heck, mood (if we think in the now).
i can honestly say that some of my saddest moment are when my iPod runs out of music. and there will always be certain songs that never grow old. you grow old wit them though
today i worked for three hours straght.
i sat down and read and took notes for three hours
.... ok it stil hasnt registered. first time in MY LIFE. of course, under the influence of the medication. how sad. to have to be doped up to be able to sit down and learn. i really hate that small fact. i hate the feeling that I am using a crutch.
.i;m strange. and somewaht tired. how amusing