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I wake up hopeful
but I go to sleep hopeless
It's funny in a pretty fucked up way how the most pleasant of days can gone awry within a span of two seconds flat thanks to someone you told yourself you no longer cared for/about.
I got to english today, and maybe I wasnt so punctual, maybe I did the screen play assignment only a couple of hours beforehand, but I made it all the same. Given that I am almost failing this class due to attendance, I was pretty happy to find myself sitting in that classroom seat for the second consecutive class period, ever.
I keep trying to type out what happened exactly in this day of mine, but to no avail, so we'll settle for
1)a stranger held my face in his hands and tried to kiss me on the bus
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2)I attended the UMMA art museum opening which was so completely worth it due to the ridiculously attractive DJ. The art was well done also but hard to admire when pressed up against hundreds of over-clothed bodies smashing against one another in concrete masses.
I cant seem to smile over these things now though because stupidity is here to stay and I am a volcanic surge of sadness with the thought of you(s) in my mind. How many more 'friends' will I lose to this? Whatever this is. So the cycle starts again, I went through a phase of opening myself to let people hear and see things they wouldnt otherwise, and it goes less than well. The phase that follows is a little something like a muted existence filled with too many thoughts and not enough reason behind them.
And the real question remains, why do I even care so much? Left with nothing but tears, Ray Lamontagne is picking up my pieces
but I go to sleep hopeless
It's funny in a pretty fucked up way how the most pleasant of days can gone awry within a span of two seconds flat thanks to someone you told yourself you no longer cared for/about.
I got to english today, and maybe I wasnt so punctual, maybe I did the screen play assignment only a couple of hours beforehand, but I made it all the same. Given that I am almost failing this class due to attendance, I was pretty happy to find myself sitting in that classroom seat for the second consecutive class period, ever.
I keep trying to type out what happened exactly in this day of mine, but to no avail, so we'll settle for
1)a stranger held my face in his hands and tried to kiss me on the bus
&
2)I attended the UMMA art museum opening which was so completely worth it due to the ridiculously attractive DJ. The art was well done also but hard to admire when pressed up against hundreds of over-clothed bodies smashing against one another in concrete masses.
I cant seem to smile over these things now though because stupidity is here to stay and I am a volcanic surge of sadness with the thought of you(s) in my mind. How many more 'friends' will I lose to this? Whatever this is. So the cycle starts again, I went through a phase of opening myself to let people hear and see things they wouldnt otherwise, and it goes less than well. The phase that follows is a little something like a muted existence filled with too many thoughts and not enough reason behind them.
And the real question remains, why do I even care so much? Left with nothing but tears, Ray Lamontagne is picking up my pieces