im going to write a book all about you
its funny the inspiration you get from learning that you hate everyone you call friends....
katherine i need you.
and vince, and brian thomas, and ron, and griff, and brian goodheart everyone who is honest to goodnessly intelligent. you kids who make me go home feeling like ive actually learned something.
im sick of all the fake pretentious kids who thrive on thier overly detailed, intricate, too well thought out sentences to be fed to thier willing and waiting audiences.
and im sick of depression and troubles being a competition. GOD I HATE THAT.
ive never said my life was worse than yours and i know your life isnt worse than mine. difference between us is I am working to make it better. ARG!!!
i want to be alone. for at least an hour or two. all by myself. just me and my sketch book and some music.
and then i want to see my old friends. but i want to go alone. i dont want to bring anyone with me. i just want to go visit vince and his cool new possible roomate (whose cherry stout won a silver medal). i want guitar lessons from ron. just ron and i. and bookie. i love bookie. i want katherine, and sharkey, and brian and i to hang out again. and then we can all meet up with vince and ron since they miss sharkey too. and i want to talk literature, and philosophy, and music and i dont want to stop that ever again.
i never realised i liked who i was until i lost myself.
katherine i need you.
and vince, and brian thomas, and ron, and griff, and brian goodheart everyone who is honest to goodnessly intelligent. you kids who make me go home feeling like ive actually learned something.
im sick of all the fake pretentious kids who thrive on thier overly detailed, intricate, too well thought out sentences to be fed to thier willing and waiting audiences.
and im sick of depression and troubles being a competition. GOD I HATE THAT.
ive never said my life was worse than yours and i know your life isnt worse than mine. difference between us is I am working to make it better. ARG!!!
i want to be alone. for at least an hour or two. all by myself. just me and my sketch book and some music.
and then i want to see my old friends. but i want to go alone. i dont want to bring anyone with me. i just want to go visit vince and his cool new possible roomate (whose cherry stout won a silver medal). i want guitar lessons from ron. just ron and i. and bookie. i love bookie. i want katherine, and sharkey, and brian and i to hang out again. and then we can all meet up with vince and ron since they miss sharkey too. and i want to talk literature, and philosophy, and music and i dont want to stop that ever again.
i never realised i liked who i was until i lost myself.