Mar 31, 2006 15:12
...where you know that you feel something, or want to do something, but you can't remember why it is? Yeah, thats how I am with my whole sadness thing, and it fucking sucks. Kind of like in "Leaving Las Vegas" where Nick Cage's character knows that he wants to drink himself to death, but he can't remember the reason.
On a side note, why the fuck am I so tired. I shouldn't be but I am. Been having trouble focusing as well, I can't get anything done. And I also don't understand how it is that people think that the bearded, quiet, comatose guy in a hoodie sitting in a corner is automatically the smartest person there and he should be the one to do everything. Is it because I wear glasses and when I do talk I make obscure references to things that no one minus the teacher knows what im talking about? Fuck that, seriously just let me be for a while.
I heard "Eye of the Tiger" this morning on the radio. That made me happy during the duration. It ended and I was sad. Fuck you radio!
Random thoughts: I sure say fuck a lot. Its nice out. RATM says fuck a lot too. Its certainly a versatile word. I need a hug again. I'm done now.