Jul 06, 2004 21:09
I just woke up and walked out of my room. The sun from outside protruded through the room with such demand, I became temporarily blinded. It's such a great feeling when an experience like that forces you to have these bizarre, favonian fantasies, right on impulse. I was hoping something like that would act as a sort of epiphany, letting me look at things from a different prospective. I often tell myself right before i shut my eyes as I go to sleep that when I awake, everything will be different. I'll be a better person: actually do my school assignments on time, enjoy going to work, not be such an insensitive asshole all the time..It never really works though. On occasion, I do my homework, and tell my mom she looks good today. But never do I feel adequate about it, I just feel like I'm masking my life away..day by day..
I really just want to be this starveling gutterpup, who lives off trash and enjoys life the recumbent way, rather then worrying about deadlines and not even being aware of whats going on across the seas. The news wouldn't even exist to me, and I would live a life of bliss. I've talked to some pretty cool homeless people downtown, and they seem to be happy for the most part. A lot of them are just psychotic., but at least they don't know.
And I just ate a fortune cookie, it reads "dont' be afraid", THAT IS NOT A FUCKING FORTUNE. goddamn. I guess I won't be afraid to through a cinder block at your face, crazy dragon express employee.