the return of the dairy nightmare.
i have more and more difficulty when i try to explain myself, because i realize more and more that it really doesn't matter, what matters is now, the now i am wasting sitting here writing these words that mean nothing.
but sometimes, the now seems less important when there's no one else to share it with. i think that is what we call loneliness. but this, too, is a waste..
and i'm just so tired of wasting things. it's hard to lead a life full of love when the world we live in loves to play the victim.
ok i'm done.
no actually, my stomach just made this noise that sounded like a 70 year old outdoorsman-type saying "hello?" you know the kind.
but sometimes, the now seems less important when there's no one else to share it with. i think that is what we call loneliness. but this, too, is a waste..
and i'm just so tired of wasting things. it's hard to lead a life full of love when the world we live in loves to play the victim.
ok i'm done.
no actually, my stomach just made this noise that sounded like a 70 year old outdoorsman-type saying "hello?" you know the kind.