From Jim..
Tonight, I miss you…
But then again, I miss you every night, every day. I love you, yet I loathe you for the power you still hold over me. I half way dread opening my e-mail because you may have written, or then again, may not have written. I can’t explain it so I won’t even try.
As to what I am doing, it’s simple. I work, I go home and ignore everything, or I go out and spend time losing myself in crowds of meaningless people. I write lots of music, I pound the shit out of my drums…I punch my workout bag a lot…I hit inanimate objects with my practice swords…I read…and I spend every moment kicking myself in the ass for fucking things up.
In short, I exist…I wouldn’t call it a life, because I feel dead, empty, a shadow. I try to not dwell on things too much, because when I do I end spiraling downwards, then I drink too much and forget to eat and shit like that.
That’s about it. I miss you Anna, more than I thought I could miss anyone…
But then again, I miss you every night, every day. I love you, yet I loathe you for the power you still hold over me. I half way dread opening my e-mail because you may have written, or then again, may not have written. I can’t explain it so I won’t even try.
As to what I am doing, it’s simple. I work, I go home and ignore everything, or I go out and spend time losing myself in crowds of meaningless people. I write lots of music, I pound the shit out of my drums…I punch my workout bag a lot…I hit inanimate objects with my practice swords…I read…and I spend every moment kicking myself in the ass for fucking things up.
In short, I exist…I wouldn’t call it a life, because I feel dead, empty, a shadow. I try to not dwell on things too much, because when I do I end spiraling downwards, then I drink too much and forget to eat and shit like that.
That’s about it. I miss you Anna, more than I thought I could miss anyone…