Sunday, February 1, 2009
I'll pull your crooked teeth, you'll be perfect just like me.
I've had such pleasant dreams lately. So much so that I wish so hard that they were real when I wake up. It's not even like they're unattainable, I just keep dreaming of an apartment on a hill, constantly happy taking pictures and playing house.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
I thought romance was pretty...
Where I am is a mystery to myself and those around me. Not physically but mentally, although I wish I were anywhere but here. Gone, lost but found at the same time. Found in love and happiness. I'm just so up or so down right now. And when I'm neutral I'm not because i'm anxious and confused. I'm worrying about everything.
It's like there's so much going on around me and I can't focus on one thing. I'm restless and barely awake.
I feel like life is escaping me. And I feel like every decision I make is the wrong one. I can never say or do the right thing.
It's like there's so much going on around me and I can't focus on one thing. I'm restless and barely awake.
I feel like life is escaping me. And I feel like every decision I make is the wrong one. I can never say or do the right thing.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Cause the same night I dream that I lose you I'll fall in love
So, it turns out I'm not on academic probation and I don't have a limit on my course load this semester. I just want to get through this semester. Maybe I'll go back to college in a few years. I just want to focus on getting a job by...some point. I should set a goal date for that one. But once I do that I can save up to get some crap car, to get to a possibly better job? then I can save up to get my own apartment eventually.
Part of me is excited about school. The only class I'm worried about is black & white photography because I think that will be the hardest one for me. Hopefully the math class I'm taking won't be too bad. I'm not worried about Drawing II. I'm not worried about American History. I'm a little concerned with Sociology, but I took it in high school. So who knows.
Part of me is excited about school. The only class I'm worried about is black & white photography because I think that will be the hardest one for me. Hopefully the math class I'm taking won't be too bad. I'm not worried about Drawing II. I'm not worried about American History. I'm a little concerned with Sociology, but I took it in high school. So who knows.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Give me a reason to make me smile, 'cause I think I forgot how
Last night I dreamed that I found everything I ever lost. I had a dream I wasn't sleeping alone. I had a dream I packed up everything I owned. Three separate dreams. I wish they were reality. Or at least that I could keep dreaming until the 12th.
I received somewhat of a verbal bitch-slap this morning. One that if I had committed I would be scolded for. Oh, well. I'm hard to live with I guess. Actually, no. That's for certain. One of the few things I can be certain about these days. My apathetic approach to everything kind of hit me last night and I had a bit of breakdown. However, I buried my feelings away in mad libs (hahahah). Then the aforementioned bitch-slap and I kind of lost it again. I just don't see why I should be treated like that, all I'm doing is missing you? Whatever I guess. I don't really know what to do when I'm left out of contact and it's hard to keep myself entertained.
I received somewhat of a verbal bitch-slap this morning. One that if I had committed I would be scolded for. Oh, well. I'm hard to live with I guess. Actually, no. That's for certain. One of the few things I can be certain about these days. My apathetic approach to everything kind of hit me last night and I had a bit of breakdown. However, I buried my feelings away in mad libs (hahahah). Then the aforementioned bitch-slap and I kind of lost it again. I just don't see why I should be treated like that, all I'm doing is missing you? Whatever I guess. I don't really know what to do when I'm left out of contact and it's hard to keep myself entertained.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
We can all be free, maybe not with words.
Does pudding evaporate? Seriously. I had this cup of pudding sitting on my new Hello Kitty toaster (still in the box). One day last week while I was really sick, I accidentally knocked it over and it fell down the box. Admittedly, it was pretty disgusting; it looked like someone had "an accident" on the box. Anyway, I woke up this morning and most of the pudding isn't there anymore? I know that no one came in and cleaned it. I know that neither of the cats licked it up because they aren't allowed in the bedroom. I know I didn't clean it. So that only leads to one thing: the pudding evaporated...or dissolved or something. Needless to say I'm a bit concerned.
Monday, January 5, 2009
'Cause it's been ten days without you in my reach, and the only time I've touched you is in my sleep.
try to keep warm. try to keep awake. try to keep happy. try to keep occupied.
tomorrow' s kind of an important day. well, at least it is to me. he might not have a clue, but that doesn't even make me sad. maybe if i didn't miss him so much it would, i don't know. i guess three months isn't that long anyway. only what? 90-ish days? i could spend so much time with him that 90 days doesn't seem like anything. so much has happened since october. i can't even remember the person that i used to be.
tomorrow' s kind of an important day. well, at least it is to me. he might not have a clue, but that doesn't even make me sad. maybe if i didn't miss him so much it would, i don't know. i guess three months isn't that long anyway. only what? 90-ish days? i could spend so much time with him that 90 days doesn't seem like anything. so much has happened since october. i can't even remember the person that i used to be.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
I'm madly in love with you and it's not because of your brains or personality
I'm tired of break. I need something to occupy my time. I finished The Catcher in the Rye. I can't download any new music until 2:am. I have one person who's been talking to me all day.
Nothing thrills me anymore.
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