"I Would Understand"
"If you do not want to see me again,
I would understand..."
-Depression always seems to find me, even when i am supposed to be happy. i dont understand at all. and i want to be a psychologist. pffft. i could never help anyone, when i need help myself. i really need to figure everything out, and i guess now that im 18, perhaps i should do some soul searching...
i am writing a new novel, and the main character lives a life that i wish i could live, in a way i suppose. it is really intriguing, from what people have told me. the first chapter is almost finished, and if anyone would like to read it, they are welcome to my manuscript.
last week, on friday night, i go to denny's and laura foley tells me the strangest thing. she asked me if i had written anything else lately, because she really likes my stuff. i guess that made me feel really good, because at least i know that deep down i have one fan. that does make me feel better. now if only i had more...
i listen to music so much, even at work, music plays. starbucks music is so retarded, i mean really now it is. so on monday night, when i was working, "Mr. Postman", comes on. that is too funny, because its definately an '80s song, and i did a tap routine to it when i was about six or seven. i dont really remember much, except our outfits were bright pink and black, and very sequiney. oh and we had one boy, and he was the postman. we had a mail box, a bag, and letters. we were so cool. ahhh the early '90s, what memories they have...
soon no one will remember the small things like that...
like tears for fears...
third eye blind...
(no one could ever forget michael jackson, cause he was just too "pooufy" for all of us..)
rick astley...
the good days have come and gone,
and soon so must I,
to face a day of disgrace and shame,
seems too much too hard to live by....
i heart my fans...
(you know, the people who actually reply to the things i say...)
ps. i am sick...
I would understand..."
-Depression always seems to find me, even when i am supposed to be happy. i dont understand at all. and i want to be a psychologist. pffft. i could never help anyone, when i need help myself. i really need to figure everything out, and i guess now that im 18, perhaps i should do some soul searching...
i am writing a new novel, and the main character lives a life that i wish i could live, in a way i suppose. it is really intriguing, from what people have told me. the first chapter is almost finished, and if anyone would like to read it, they are welcome to my manuscript.
last week, on friday night, i go to denny's and laura foley tells me the strangest thing. she asked me if i had written anything else lately, because she really likes my stuff. i guess that made me feel really good, because at least i know that deep down i have one fan. that does make me feel better. now if only i had more...
i listen to music so much, even at work, music plays. starbucks music is so retarded, i mean really now it is. so on monday night, when i was working, "Mr. Postman", comes on. that is too funny, because its definately an '80s song, and i did a tap routine to it when i was about six or seven. i dont really remember much, except our outfits were bright pink and black, and very sequiney. oh and we had one boy, and he was the postman. we had a mail box, a bag, and letters. we were so cool. ahhh the early '90s, what memories they have...
soon no one will remember the small things like that...
like tears for fears...
third eye blind...
(no one could ever forget michael jackson, cause he was just too "pooufy" for all of us..)
rick astley...
the good days have come and gone,
and soon so must I,
to face a day of disgrace and shame,
seems too much too hard to live by....
i heart my fans...
(you know, the people who actually reply to the things i say...)
ps. i am sick...