Sometimes you just can't win
I don't even remember the last time I updated this thing. I've found it to be just a waste of time. I mean, if you have something to say to some one, why don't you just say it. I guess it's a good way to get your thoughts down, but I guess I just don't have the "caring" to write it down on a Live Journal.
Anyway, things seems so weird to me now. I want things to be the way that they used to. I still have alot of fun, but it's just...different. I mean, how can you improve perfection?
I feel like I'm in an incredibally large room, where the walls are constantly closing in on me. When I first entered the wall it was large, and I was able to breathe. But know the walls are so tight against my body that it's hard to catch a breath. I want the walls to open up again; to give me room. Room to think, room to do, room to speak.
I guess this week is already starting to become stressful for me. I can already look ahead and see that the week will be a pain in my ass. It's only Monday night, and already I'm thinking too much. Driving my head in circles. This weekend was definitely a blow. *poof* right to the chest. Once again, not being able to breathe. I want to make things all better. I want things to be alright. I want to be told they're going to be alright...but I don't want to be lied to. I want to be assured that this room will not trap me.
(How does it feel to want?)
Anyway, things seems so weird to me now. I want things to be the way that they used to. I still have alot of fun, but it's just...different. I mean, how can you improve perfection?
I feel like I'm in an incredibally large room, where the walls are constantly closing in on me. When I first entered the wall it was large, and I was able to breathe. But know the walls are so tight against my body that it's hard to catch a breath. I want the walls to open up again; to give me room. Room to think, room to do, room to speak.
I guess this week is already starting to become stressful for me. I can already look ahead and see that the week will be a pain in my ass. It's only Monday night, and already I'm thinking too much. Driving my head in circles. This weekend was definitely a blow. *poof* right to the chest. Once again, not being able to breathe. I want to make things all better. I want things to be alright. I want to be told they're going to be alright...but I don't want to be lied to. I want to be assured that this room will not trap me.
(How does it feel to want?)