boo hoo hoo
I want to bitch and cry about things. But I won't.
I want to tell everyone that I'm not as cheery as I seem (wait, do I ever seem CHEERY?). But I won't.
Because its not something that anyone wants to hear.
And even if they did want to listen to sad thoughts, I wouldn't be able to explain the problem. Because--I don't know.
But I know that when I'm alone. Or with people. Something is wrong.
I see a lot of misery lately. And its not just within myself. Other people are miserable. Not ALL the time. Maybe even for just a second. But there is misery. And it makes me think. And NO ONE is happy when they're doing that.
I want to keep it real. I want to keep it light.
I shouldn't read anymore, because that makes me think too much and it's harder to keep it real. I end up going round and round. Thinking about who I would like to be. But I want to be the type of person that doesn't concern herself with that stuff. And then I say, well that IS who I am. But then I think, if that's who I am, then who's the girl that's sitting here being a complete ass?
If I could only find a nice, regular person who wouldn't understand a word of this entry but who likes to talk about baseball and wants to drive around in a warm car listening to The Who and Led Zeppelin. Because I feel like that person would keep it real. Because that person wouldn't know the world that I've found myself in. With the complications and the standards (or am I just making all of that up?)
I want to tell everyone that I'm not as cheery as I seem (wait, do I ever seem CHEERY?). But I won't.
Because its not something that anyone wants to hear.
And even if they did want to listen to sad thoughts, I wouldn't be able to explain the problem. Because--I don't know.
But I know that when I'm alone. Or with people. Something is wrong.
I see a lot of misery lately. And its not just within myself. Other people are miserable. Not ALL the time. Maybe even for just a second. But there is misery. And it makes me think. And NO ONE is happy when they're doing that.
I want to keep it real. I want to keep it light.
I shouldn't read anymore, because that makes me think too much and it's harder to keep it real. I end up going round and round. Thinking about who I would like to be. But I want to be the type of person that doesn't concern herself with that stuff. And then I say, well that IS who I am. But then I think, if that's who I am, then who's the girl that's sitting here being a complete ass?
If I could only find a nice, regular person who wouldn't understand a word of this entry but who likes to talk about baseball and wants to drive around in a warm car listening to The Who and Led Zeppelin. Because I feel like that person would keep it real. Because that person wouldn't know the world that I've found myself in. With the complications and the standards (or am I just making all of that up?)