wearing my hartt on my sleeve
i suppose this is the best time to update, in the early morning hours when the words come easily.
i couldn't sleep so i took a walk down longenbaugh. i would have been walking into oncoming traffic if there was any at this time of night. i just like to walk down those comforting white dashed lines and pretend that i'm the only living person in the entire world.
its as if my worries disintegrate into nothing and i just meander down the street like an empty shell.
and its not about him as much as its about the fact that i'm letting myself down. staring out at the world from my glazed perspective behind the counter at boston market.
pretending like i give a fuck whether or not that fat lady with the retarded daughter enjoys her tuscan chicken and squash casserole. i'm just going to have to pick up the corn bread the tard is going to throw all over the floor.
or trying not to cry as my father once again reassures me with kind words that i am a failure and all his unhappiness can be traced to my existence.
i can't wait for things to fall into place.
maybe none of this shit ever happened.
freedom isn't free. $600 and i can buy myself a new start.
i couldn't sleep so i took a walk down longenbaugh. i would have been walking into oncoming traffic if there was any at this time of night. i just like to walk down those comforting white dashed lines and pretend that i'm the only living person in the entire world.
its as if my worries disintegrate into nothing and i just meander down the street like an empty shell.
and its not about him as much as its about the fact that i'm letting myself down. staring out at the world from my glazed perspective behind the counter at boston market.
pretending like i give a fuck whether or not that fat lady with the retarded daughter enjoys her tuscan chicken and squash casserole. i'm just going to have to pick up the corn bread the tard is going to throw all over the floor.
or trying not to cry as my father once again reassures me with kind words that i am a failure and all his unhappiness can be traced to my existence.
i can't wait for things to fall into place.
maybe none of this shit ever happened.
freedom isn't free. $600 and i can buy myself a new start.