She Couldn't Wait for Me
So much so much so much.
I feel this great surge of energy, but I can't help but fear things that aren't even real yet. Years off. A recent recurring fear... that I'll never marry. I know, I'm INSANE, but when am I going to stop being me?
You'd think I'd be happy about accomplishing what I wanted, but I'm not satisfied. It's just one accomplishment in a long road ahead. And that terrifies me because the unknown TERRIFIES me. And so does trying. Cause with trying you inevitably fail. At least occasionally. And I'm terrible at failing. I've always SUCKED at it. Come on, I went to UNLV just cause I was afraid of picking another college and screwing that up.
You know, it's weird that Mr. Born tells people that I could have "gone anywhere." And I hate when he used to argue with me about whether I was in Les Miz... or whether I was going to be salutatorian or not.
Anyway, listening to Joey McIntyre soothes me. Because it makes everything seem reversible. And it reminds me how fleeting time is. And how the past comes back around. And styles. And stuff. It reminds me of my sister crying over or yelling about some man just 15 years ago... listening to Rick Astley and John Waite and Bryan Adams. You know, my sister has had her drivers license for only about 14 years. She's 39. My SISTER is THIRTYNINE! Holy shit.
Well, I'm going to go research Springfield.
Baby listen to me
If I had the chance
I'd say the words
-Claire-
I feel this great surge of energy, but I can't help but fear things that aren't even real yet. Years off. A recent recurring fear... that I'll never marry. I know, I'm INSANE, but when am I going to stop being me?
You'd think I'd be happy about accomplishing what I wanted, but I'm not satisfied. It's just one accomplishment in a long road ahead. And that terrifies me because the unknown TERRIFIES me. And so does trying. Cause with trying you inevitably fail. At least occasionally. And I'm terrible at failing. I've always SUCKED at it. Come on, I went to UNLV just cause I was afraid of picking another college and screwing that up.
You know, it's weird that Mr. Born tells people that I could have "gone anywhere." And I hate when he used to argue with me about whether I was in Les Miz... or whether I was going to be salutatorian or not.
Anyway, listening to Joey McIntyre soothes me. Because it makes everything seem reversible. And it reminds me how fleeting time is. And how the past comes back around. And styles. And stuff. It reminds me of my sister crying over or yelling about some man just 15 years ago... listening to Rick Astley and John Waite and Bryan Adams. You know, my sister has had her drivers license for only about 14 years. She's 39. My SISTER is THIRTYNINE! Holy shit.
Well, I'm going to go research Springfield.
Baby listen to me
If I had the chance
I'd say the words
-Claire-