i talk way to much
i think, i am putting all of these things recently for comparision. today is the last day she will haunt me. my plane leaves in less then a day. she is haunting me today thou.
so i was on her side of town. at the bank. i ended up driving on her street. i didnt notice it. it was jsut me driving to aviod traffic and whatever. i turned on the radio. it was "i wish you were here" by pink floyd. so thier i was, on her road, listening to her favorite song. i had to do a u turn and just go home. i didnt want to be their. i didnt care how many errands i missed out on. jason was probably thier. they may not be going out, but im sure he cant tell the difference. and im sure their still doing things together like they were going out. shed never make fun of him. or go after someone else while she is with him. lucky bastard. ahaha. o well its life lived. i hope all things turn out well for them and agian, i dotn want to see or hear of them ever again.
the trip will numb my mind. and as always ill come back someone new. becasue i have nothing to come back to. so its like coming back into a new show. o well.
she doesnt read this anymore. if she does she wont ahve a reason to after im gone. she can finally forget aobut me completely. thank god. mabye i can forget about her. ill try.
so. we will contrast and compare on this defeated corpse to whoever i come back as. i hope to use the trip to regain my intellect and artistry. the one that jsut cant live while so much of me is still dead. im jsut haning out today. wearing loos clothes, uber mesy hair. its fun as hell but its way to hott outside. i cant wait until i get better. i thought i was, and i thoguht i was getting better.i dont think i was or am. ahahahha. its life. i whine in this. but its better to show my negative side to the impersonal digital world then in my actaul self.
if osmeone thinks they can learn about someone htrouhg one of these, i think not becasue people act different in all situations. so this is how it goes.
note to my future self.
call amy. get together with kyle and start writing. call the basssist and the gutiarist for the band. pay for the violin wiht any cash i have left over. dont be like this again.
so i was on her side of town. at the bank. i ended up driving on her street. i didnt notice it. it was jsut me driving to aviod traffic and whatever. i turned on the radio. it was "i wish you were here" by pink floyd. so thier i was, on her road, listening to her favorite song. i had to do a u turn and just go home. i didnt want to be their. i didnt care how many errands i missed out on. jason was probably thier. they may not be going out, but im sure he cant tell the difference. and im sure their still doing things together like they were going out. shed never make fun of him. or go after someone else while she is with him. lucky bastard. ahaha. o well its life lived. i hope all things turn out well for them and agian, i dotn want to see or hear of them ever again.
the trip will numb my mind. and as always ill come back someone new. becasue i have nothing to come back to. so its like coming back into a new show. o well.
she doesnt read this anymore. if she does she wont ahve a reason to after im gone. she can finally forget aobut me completely. thank god. mabye i can forget about her. ill try.
so. we will contrast and compare on this defeated corpse to whoever i come back as. i hope to use the trip to regain my intellect and artistry. the one that jsut cant live while so much of me is still dead. im jsut haning out today. wearing loos clothes, uber mesy hair. its fun as hell but its way to hott outside. i cant wait until i get better. i thought i was, and i thoguht i was getting better.i dont think i was or am. ahahahha. its life. i whine in this. but its better to show my negative side to the impersonal digital world then in my actaul self.
if osmeone thinks they can learn about someone htrouhg one of these, i think not becasue people act different in all situations. so this is how it goes.
note to my future self.
call amy. get together with kyle and start writing. call the basssist and the gutiarist for the band. pay for the violin wiht any cash i have left over. dont be like this again.