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Upside down. That's a great saying.
When you break it down, it's just the upside of whatever your talking about is now down. My life has done this. The upside, certainty, is now submerged, what was on the bottom? Total random disappointing and inconsistent events and people. Like a boat, I’ve flipped, and like the titanic, I’m going to snap.
I’ve discovered I have a very very narrow hallway of consistencies right at the moment, my job has more fluctuations of hours than batteries bought at a dodgy Asian shop, I feel like an automatic door at Woolworth’s in term of interaction with friends, and I live in a fucking hell hole where the only thing that talks at me is the TV.
I’m turning back to my music more and more, listening to bands more, discovering bands I never realised were so cool (like the weakerthans) and actually opening up iTunes to listen to music when I chat to people again. It seems I can replace this feeling of not being wanted by anyone or anything except a shift to fill at trade secret with the riff of stereophonics, the drum beat of the transplants and the voice of bad religion. This is fuckin depressing, I wish I could redo the last 2 years of my life.
Nowhere else to go but forward. I miss Paul.
When you break it down, it's just the upside of whatever your talking about is now down. My life has done this. The upside, certainty, is now submerged, what was on the bottom? Total random disappointing and inconsistent events and people. Like a boat, I’ve flipped, and like the titanic, I’m going to snap.
I’ve discovered I have a very very narrow hallway of consistencies right at the moment, my job has more fluctuations of hours than batteries bought at a dodgy Asian shop, I feel like an automatic door at Woolworth’s in term of interaction with friends, and I live in a fucking hell hole where the only thing that talks at me is the TV.
I’m turning back to my music more and more, listening to bands more, discovering bands I never realised were so cool (like the weakerthans) and actually opening up iTunes to listen to music when I chat to people again. It seems I can replace this feeling of not being wanted by anyone or anything except a shift to fill at trade secret with the riff of stereophonics, the drum beat of the transplants and the voice of bad religion. This is fuckin depressing, I wish I could redo the last 2 years of my life.
Nowhere else to go but forward. I miss Paul.