What comes up, Must come down. God's way of fucking us over.
Begin Emoness.
Dameon and I, have had this theory going on for a while now: When he's happy, I'm depressed and when I'm happy he's depressed. It just kind of hit us when we were looking over the trends of how long we had known each other for. Examples just kept popping up, and now I can't help but feel as if it's happening again...
While he happily hangs out with his friends, and girl, I'm stuck here in an apartment that can barely be considered one... all by myself, trapped in memories of good times that I gave up, and moments that have happened but were way out of my reach. I have a friend, whom I hang out with as often as possible... but even then, it's not that often. The only girl I've been talking to, on more than casual terms, very much just non-chalantly put me back in my place: finding a much older guy that could satisfy what she needs: looks, hobbies, and most importantly location. And to top it all off, I'm going to be moving soon... I don't know how much longer I'll be able to stay in this room of mine, considering my parents really need the money it could bring in.
But, well, I guess it's not all bad... not bad enough for me to go all sappy emo on you people. I'm not crippled, I don't have a dabilitating disease... I just have a case of writer's block, and a keg of lonliness. I guess this room doesn't either either... memories, vivid and just relaxing fill it up. From time spent hanging out with Dameon and other important friends, to time spent with my recent ex... I guess the latter of these three things being the more deeper cutting ones. Me being a guy, of course, turns me probably into one of the bigger perverts out of the two... then again, that was always one of my biggest fears about all of that. I didn't want to appear like the guy that was only around for the sex. Hell, none of my relationships have started based off of looks... I've always just kind've stepped into them, and have been plesently surprised by the outcomes. None of them, except for my last one, had ever branched off into anything more than just simple kissing... eh, although one of them wasn't just 'simple' kissing, I guess.
Seven guys now live above me, constantly coming and going thanks to their construction job. Cars are always driving by on the main road right next to my bed... and my mom and dad go about their lives aas usual. I've... been beginning to get that feeling again, the feeling where I just kind of wished I was alone on this planet... maybe with just a few choice friends. The self-righteous terrorist groups, the idiotic politicians, corrupt governments and just basically the nuances that make this world go around.... they're all driving me crazy. I think it'd be better, make much more sense, for me to be alone and feel alone rather than being surrounded by people yet still feel alone.... heh.
End emoness.
Dameon and I, have had this theory going on for a while now: When he's happy, I'm depressed and when I'm happy he's depressed. It just kind of hit us when we were looking over the trends of how long we had known each other for. Examples just kept popping up, and now I can't help but feel as if it's happening again...
While he happily hangs out with his friends, and girl, I'm stuck here in an apartment that can barely be considered one... all by myself, trapped in memories of good times that I gave up, and moments that have happened but were way out of my reach. I have a friend, whom I hang out with as often as possible... but even then, it's not that often. The only girl I've been talking to, on more than casual terms, very much just non-chalantly put me back in my place: finding a much older guy that could satisfy what she needs: looks, hobbies, and most importantly location. And to top it all off, I'm going to be moving soon... I don't know how much longer I'll be able to stay in this room of mine, considering my parents really need the money it could bring in.
But, well, I guess it's not all bad... not bad enough for me to go all sappy emo on you people. I'm not crippled, I don't have a dabilitating disease... I just have a case of writer's block, and a keg of lonliness. I guess this room doesn't either either... memories, vivid and just relaxing fill it up. From time spent hanging out with Dameon and other important friends, to time spent with my recent ex... I guess the latter of these three things being the more deeper cutting ones. Me being a guy, of course, turns me probably into one of the bigger perverts out of the two... then again, that was always one of my biggest fears about all of that. I didn't want to appear like the guy that was only around for the sex. Hell, none of my relationships have started based off of looks... I've always just kind've stepped into them, and have been plesently surprised by the outcomes. None of them, except for my last one, had ever branched off into anything more than just simple kissing... eh, although one of them wasn't just 'simple' kissing, I guess.
Seven guys now live above me, constantly coming and going thanks to their construction job. Cars are always driving by on the main road right next to my bed... and my mom and dad go about their lives aas usual. I've... been beginning to get that feeling again, the feeling where I just kind of wished I was alone on this planet... maybe with just a few choice friends. The self-righteous terrorist groups, the idiotic politicians, corrupt governments and just basically the nuances that make this world go around.... they're all driving me crazy. I think it'd be better, make much more sense, for me to be alone and feel alone rather than being surrounded by people yet still feel alone.... heh.
End emoness.