monkey bars and some sore hands

Mar 20, 2006 21:19

sooo much to do.. so little motivation, so tired of all of this.
just so tired
i think i want to go to bed early but i have to finish somethig first
and i have to wait for car to call me.
it's difficult having to hide again, so much easier when she and i are both in places where everyone knows.
i talked to my cousin tonight in BC for the first time in a long time, it was odd. i never thought her relationship wth her first girlfriend would last because of the long distance, but low and behold, it has, she moved there, and they are happy as ever. nuts. i'm also jealous. can you tell? i wish a certain someone was here
enough sap for now.. i'll leave that up to the trees. haha i'm too funny. i know.
i've been thinking alot lately about first loves. they are always the strongest, the ones you never want to let go of. its weird because each and every step you take or idea you persue was somehow shaped by that first someone. you grow together and hold a special bond that no one else can immitate because it's yours. it's something you hold on to...super tight like monkey bars maybe. it always comes down to that. i think it's weird. i always loved monkey bars. but they fuckin hurt your hands. similar to those ones that hurt your heart. even if you're stil with them. love hurts man.
i guess it's just funny to rrealize the impact of one person. or not so funny. you can agree to disagree.
one fuckin person. out of how many billion?
one
just one.

who is your one?

im getting tired of this. this is always the worst part of the year. march. fuck
birthday soon. i'll be legal everywhere..
huh. i'm old. and scared.
and tired. very fuckin tired.
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