i'm tired and have to be at work at 8 and yet, i am updating? wtf?
work.
loneliness.
omalleys.
alena.
sarah.
fights.
loneliness.
drunks trying to show off to girls and getting pulled over.
cop cars crashing.
photos of said accident.
heartbreak not my own.
loneliness.
heartbreak.
reminiscing.
kenna.
reading lj comments about the niceties of others.
regret.
loneliness.
hoping that god, or someone would give me a chance to get my life together.
prescriptions that need filling.
futures that need to be planned.
friends that need to come home.
lovers that need to be found.
realizations that have finally set in.
six months of loneliness is killing me.
apologies never accepted.
understandings never made.
loneliness.
the view of tomorrow is blocked by the evidence of yesterday.
finding irony in the comments.
knowing that i am going to be far too tired to care about work tomorrow.
wishing this bed could be filled with another body even if for one night.
death cab for cutie "the new year"
so this is the new year. and i don't feel any different.
the clanking of crystal explosions off in the distance (in the distance).
so this is the new year and I have no resolutions for self assigned penance for problems with easy solutions.
so everybody put your best suit or dress on let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once.
lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn as thirty dialogues bleed into one.
i wish the world was flat like the old days then i could travel just by folding a map.
no more airplanes, or speedtrains, or freeways there'd be no distance that can hold us back.
there'd be no distance that could hold us back
so this is the new year
loneliness.
omalleys.
alena.
sarah.
fights.
loneliness.
drunks trying to show off to girls and getting pulled over.
cop cars crashing.
photos of said accident.
heartbreak not my own.
loneliness.
heartbreak.
reminiscing.
kenna.
reading lj comments about the niceties of others.
regret.
loneliness.
hoping that god, or someone would give me a chance to get my life together.
prescriptions that need filling.
futures that need to be planned.
friends that need to come home.
lovers that need to be found.
realizations that have finally set in.
six months of loneliness is killing me.
apologies never accepted.
understandings never made.
loneliness.
the view of tomorrow is blocked by the evidence of yesterday.
finding irony in the comments.
knowing that i am going to be far too tired to care about work tomorrow.
wishing this bed could be filled with another body even if for one night.
death cab for cutie "the new year"
so this is the new year. and i don't feel any different.
the clanking of crystal explosions off in the distance (in the distance).
so this is the new year and I have no resolutions for self assigned penance for problems with easy solutions.
so everybody put your best suit or dress on let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once.
lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn as thirty dialogues bleed into one.
i wish the world was flat like the old days then i could travel just by folding a map.
no more airplanes, or speedtrains, or freeways there'd be no distance that can hold us back.
there'd be no distance that could hold us back
so this is the new year