Echoes and silence, patience and grace
I woke up from a weird dream on the little couch in my room at 4:30. It was after the end of a movie I was in ended with a really heartfelt scene with me and Quentin Tarantino, oddly enough. We were supporting characters in it who had the last scene, after a brawl to the death I guess I was trying to convince him that everything was going to be alright or something. It was weird.
I've been trying to get to sleep for a half hour now it feels. Maybe not more than 15 minutes. Listening to the new Foo Fighters album right now. It's great.
I'm having trouble a little bit, getting back to sleep. I just started reminiscing back to two Februaries ago. I think that may have been the best time of my life, pretty much. Everything since that whole chapter has been... in a word, lackluster, comparatively. Okay, two words. It's just that I laid myself down to bed, and just started thinking about it, and it hurt, like a bag of bricks to the chest. You know, that kind of hurt that makes you sad, angry, and confused, makes you sometimes wish you had never met certain people, and then you feel vile for even thinking of something as horrible as that. I just miss it is all. I wish it could've gone on. But I messed up. Oh well.
Cry me a river, Argentina.
Eh, maybe later. I think I'll pass for now. I need to get back to sleep before the sun comes up.
I've been trying to get to sleep for a half hour now it feels. Maybe not more than 15 minutes. Listening to the new Foo Fighters album right now. It's great.
I'm having trouble a little bit, getting back to sleep. I just started reminiscing back to two Februaries ago. I think that may have been the best time of my life, pretty much. Everything since that whole chapter has been... in a word, lackluster, comparatively. Okay, two words. It's just that I laid myself down to bed, and just started thinking about it, and it hurt, like a bag of bricks to the chest. You know, that kind of hurt that makes you sad, angry, and confused, makes you sometimes wish you had never met certain people, and then you feel vile for even thinking of something as horrible as that. I just miss it is all. I wish it could've gone on. But I messed up. Oh well.
Cry me a river, Argentina.
Eh, maybe later. I think I'll pass for now. I need to get back to sleep before the sun comes up.