Jun 16, 2010 01:05
Alright well this is my first real entry in three years.
It's almost one in the morning. Nothing new there. I do this every night. Not sleep, then when I finally drift off I wake up too late to be productive. Then I just feel like a waste of space.
What is there to do when there are less and less hours in every day? Paint? I thought that was the case. I thought that would make me feel whole again. Well after a day of not sleeping or eating, I think that all the pent up thoughts in my head melted away, and now I am back to old boring me. I had shit to work through that day, maybe I just need constant conflict in my life. It would explain why I was so "artsy" in high school.
I miss my friends. I hate drifting apart. So much time has passed that I don't think we will ever really have a connection again even if we did. There are only a few people that I can say that we would pick up where we left off. Those are the people I talk to the least and miss the most.
If it weren't for music I would go insane, and take you all down with me.