blegh
I hate reading previous journal posts and finding typos. I also hate realizing that I left something out because it was in my head so well, I forgot to type it up. And that my metaphors for life have holes in them that I am blind to. I'm not sure I made it very obvious what I meant with the waking up and the band thing. I mean, it was crystal clear in my head, but reading over it, it might not have been. Then again, it's not really supposed to be.
I don't know. I hold dear the things I said about life. Even if they do contradict my beliefs. But there are too many times in one's life when beliefs cause more confusion than comfort.
Look at me. Gettin' all philosophical these days.
Intellectual masturbation.
But it can't be helped.
Fucking conceits.
I don't know. I hold dear the things I said about life. Even if they do contradict my beliefs. But there are too many times in one's life when beliefs cause more confusion than comfort.
Look at me. Gettin' all philosophical these days.
Intellectual masturbation.
But it can't be helped.
Fucking conceits.