make me a witness
I wish I wasn't so lazy to write. I have the energy and motivation to do chores, go out, even -surf the web-. But when it comes down to pastiches and thoughtful entries, my fingers pretty much go numb.
I saw my sister's new apartment tonight. It's nice... but I still miss her.
Summer better mean more in-person contact with all my friends, because this is starting to get ridiculous. I never see anybody, and it's getting to the point where I wonder if anyone even cares anymore. I mean, it's not like I'm really making an effort either, but still. Atleast I miss people.
I'm actually starting to get tired of hearing people talk about the past. I used to be such a whore for hearing it, and speaking it, but now it seems so futile and I just... want to get on with things. Enough of those, 'remember when's', because if that's all we can talk about there is obviously something wrong with the present situations before us. It's upsetting to think that perhaps memories are all I have left with some people, since I don't see them enough to have it otherwise. Ironic how I'm listening to 1979 by the Smashing Pumpkins right now.
The responsibility I seem to have undertaken on my own accord may be too much to handle after a couple of days. Mother is perfectly distraught, so I have been mowing lawns and disposing of garbage without being asked -- a feat rarely accomplished by me. We'll see how it goes. So far, I don't even think she's noticed, but I guess that's understandable. I'd rather do work than be social with her to replace Jasmine, even though the two don't really equate.
no apologies ever need be made
I saw my sister's new apartment tonight. It's nice... but I still miss her.
Summer better mean more in-person contact with all my friends, because this is starting to get ridiculous. I never see anybody, and it's getting to the point where I wonder if anyone even cares anymore. I mean, it's not like I'm really making an effort either, but still. Atleast I miss people.
I'm actually starting to get tired of hearing people talk about the past. I used to be such a whore for hearing it, and speaking it, but now it seems so futile and I just... want to get on with things. Enough of those, 'remember when's', because if that's all we can talk about there is obviously something wrong with the present situations before us. It's upsetting to think that perhaps memories are all I have left with some people, since I don't see them enough to have it otherwise. Ironic how I'm listening to 1979 by the Smashing Pumpkins right now.
The responsibility I seem to have undertaken on my own accord may be too much to handle after a couple of days. Mother is perfectly distraught, so I have been mowing lawns and disposing of garbage without being asked -- a feat rarely accomplished by me. We'll see how it goes. So far, I don't even think she's noticed, but I guess that's understandable. I'd rather do work than be social with her to replace Jasmine, even though the two don't really equate.
no apologies ever need be made