She'll help me pull through
Even though I deny it whenever I have need to, I'm pretty emo. I'm often grumpy, or moody, or angry or sad or frustrated or depressed or whatever.
But sometimes I'm so completely, utterly, effervescently happy that I can barely stand it.
I have no reason to feel like that right now. Actually, I've come down from it a bit, but I didn't have any reason to feel like that five minutes ago either. I'd made a fairly idiotic choice of streets to walk up, so despite my thinking that I absolutely did not want to walk to Central tonight, I ended up at Central anyway and then had to walk back. (Side note, thank the fucking lord that I turned on Prospect when I did, because what I didn't know 20 minutes ago is that Broadway doesn't run into Mass Ave at all - it goes all the way up to Harvard.)
So it was kinda cold and kinda rainy and my feet were kinda starting to hurt. I was kinda annoyed that I'd done what I'd specifically set out not to do, and I was more than kinda amused by the irony. I was also pretty impressed with myself, but only kinda.
And then I was walking back down Memorial Drive, because I hadn't gone that way in a while, listening to "La La Lie" and I was just happy. No explanation. But I just started smiling and almost-laughing and almost-tearing up.
And it's those moments, the ones that convince you, beyond a shadow of a doubt that life is absolutely worth all the shittiness in the world...those are the ones that keep me holding on.
Hah, and it's only 6:00! Some light packing, a semi-full night's sleep, and I'm outta here, baby.
But sometimes I'm so completely, utterly, effervescently happy that I can barely stand it.
I have no reason to feel like that right now. Actually, I've come down from it a bit, but I didn't have any reason to feel like that five minutes ago either. I'd made a fairly idiotic choice of streets to walk up, so despite my thinking that I absolutely did not want to walk to Central tonight, I ended up at Central anyway and then had to walk back. (Side note, thank the fucking lord that I turned on Prospect when I did, because what I didn't know 20 minutes ago is that Broadway doesn't run into Mass Ave at all - it goes all the way up to Harvard.)
So it was kinda cold and kinda rainy and my feet were kinda starting to hurt. I was kinda annoyed that I'd done what I'd specifically set out not to do, and I was more than kinda amused by the irony. I was also pretty impressed with myself, but only kinda.
And then I was walking back down Memorial Drive, because I hadn't gone that way in a while, listening to "La La Lie" and I was just happy. No explanation. But I just started smiling and almost-laughing and almost-tearing up.
And it's those moments, the ones that convince you, beyond a shadow of a doubt that life is absolutely worth all the shittiness in the world...those are the ones that keep me holding on.
Hah, and it's only 6:00! Some light packing, a semi-full night's sleep, and I'm outta here, baby.