I'm so tired with the world.

I can't say I've given it much; atleast not as much as others have.

But I'm tired of being tangled in peoples' lives; being affected by them.

It isn't fair.

I wish I could go back. I wish none of this had ever happened.

I really hate irony; when the smallest things come back to haunt you in big ways.

Everything is so full of ( Read more... )

You know you've lost all sensibility...

when you sit and stare at the ceiling for two hours

laughing at your own misery.

I think I've finally snapped.

And I'm not sure why I'm surprised.

Because I saw this coming.

The one thing I’ve discovered in the past few years is that the hardest thing about letting go is to let go of letting go.

And I’m not sure that I can.

So it's been a few months.

No phone call. No messages. No letters. No nothing.
He made promises, and didn't keep them.

He said he'd be there, and he's not.

He said he was my friend. He said I was one of his.

But I've heard it all before.

And I'm angry for it.

What kind of religion would try to pursuade you to give up? To ready your heart for God, because the end is here. That things will never get better. That things will only get worse. More people will die. More people will suffer. That it's over.

I may be naive, but I'm not giving up. I'd like to think that the world will get better; that we still ( Read more... )

While I was watching Wilson's Heart, the 4th season finale on House, I heard Iron & Wine for the first time, went out and bought one of the albums, Our Endless Numbered Days, and pretty much loved Samuel Beam ever since.

And then, while watching the latest episode of Psych, during Lassiter's scene with his ex-wife, I heard Priscilla Ahn's song, A ( Read more... )