All I ever say now is goodbye.
I just realized how much I enjoy being hopeless. If you have no hope to begin with.. there is no disappointment. No set backs. No failures. No pain.
See? It is a beautiful thing.
Summer is the hopeless season for me. I expect nothing, and I appreciate what I end up with. The bliss of not having to go to school [the place where life beats you down every day] is like no other. I'm content to live in my daydream world; where I know that I can hope for nothing more than perfect illusions of light moments that come down easy. Laughter that doesn't end in emptiness. Yes, I do love summer. :]
Last night I had a dream where I was in school still and had to write the final essay for my philosophy class [something I never did IRL :x]. I decided to write it about how my heart is like a klondike bar that has melted and refrozen into a derranged shape, had most of it's sweet chocolate shell shattered away, and now has only the cold center to remain. It was an excellent dream. Unfortunately my mother woke me up before Nicole could explain to me what the hell she meant when she asked "should I use arrows to represent memories? Because when the lines cross it's kind of like getting ahead.." or some crazy shit. I liked this dream because it didn't tease me with seemingly real, too-good-to-be-true fantasies which leave me wanting to cry when I wake up to awful reality. =D
Annd 5 days til the Faint & Bright Eyes!!
Also, I'm addicted to Rocko's Modern Life.
See? It is a beautiful thing.
Summer is the hopeless season for me. I expect nothing, and I appreciate what I end up with. The bliss of not having to go to school [the place where life beats you down every day] is like no other. I'm content to live in my daydream world; where I know that I can hope for nothing more than perfect illusions of light moments that come down easy. Laughter that doesn't end in emptiness. Yes, I do love summer. :]
Last night I had a dream where I was in school still and had to write the final essay for my philosophy class [something I never did IRL :x]. I decided to write it about how my heart is like a klondike bar that has melted and refrozen into a derranged shape, had most of it's sweet chocolate shell shattered away, and now has only the cold center to remain. It was an excellent dream. Unfortunately my mother woke me up before Nicole could explain to me what the hell she meant when she asked "should I use arrows to represent memories? Because when the lines cross it's kind of like getting ahead.." or some crazy shit. I liked this dream because it didn't tease me with seemingly real, too-good-to-be-true fantasies which leave me wanting to cry when I wake up to awful reality. =D
Annd 5 days til the Faint & Bright Eyes!!
Also, I'm addicted to Rocko's Modern Life.