Feb 06, 2008 17:43
I am breathing in and breathing in and breathing in.
What I wouldn't give to just exhale.
I have this feeling. This nervous, paraniod, sick feeling. And I can't figure out if it's unfamiliar or all too familiar. I find myself just sitting in my room staring at nothing and not even thinking. But then I wake up and realize that I am thinking. I am thinking and I'm thinking about what it is I'm supposed to be thinking. What am I bothered by? What am I so worked up about? I say "What the fuck?" over and over and still no answer. Is it the fact that I have no money? Is it that school is so close to being over? Is it the real world that I know is waiting for me? Is it just that I miss PJ and my family so much? Is it that the Strat is so empty of my friends and therefore so lonley? Is it the sheets I'm sleeping in?
Of course it's all of these things. But it's not. There's something else. I'm restless and bored and...and what?
I suppose the spring will bring me a happier face. Warm weather always does that. It could just be the weather. So dreary...
Tattoos sometimes seem like really nice things.