Next.
I need a filing cabinet for my brain. I don't know how to sort through all of my nagging thoughts...they're strewn, scattered, distributed here and there void of any purpose or meaning because the little man in my head won't turn off the oscilating fan that definitely does not keep my documents in order. I don't feel numb anymore. I did something very unlike myself. Even if I'm confused, I atleast feel something. I've been able to see more friends, helping to destroy my cloak of invisibility--the feeling that if I were to fall into a black hole on a one way trip to China, no one would notice. But the question remains: Who the hell am I? I need to go to bed. I want to wake up and suddenly be completely satified with who I am.
I hate these types of posts that become failed attempts at something even somewhat comprehensible or meaningul. I really shouldn't post this late at night.
On a side note: I think the end of the summer will bring me a nose ring and possibly a tat. Who knows. . .
I hate these types of posts that become failed attempts at something even somewhat comprehensible or meaningul. I really shouldn't post this late at night.
On a side note: I think the end of the summer will bring me a nose ring and possibly a tat. Who knows. . .