Get hot, get too close to the flame
Wild, open space
Talk like an open book
Sign me up
Got no time to take a picture
I’ll remember someday all the chances we took
We’re so close to something better left unknown
We’re so close to something better left unknown
I can feel it in my bones
Gimme sympathy
After all of this is gone
Who’d you rather be?
The Beatles or the Rolling Stones?
Oh, seriously
You’re gonna make mistakes, you’re young
Come on, baby, play me something
Like, “Here Comes the Sun”
Come on, baby, play me something
Like, “Here Comes the Sun” ~ Gimme Sympathy by Metric
Today is the first day I’ve felt like writing in a long time. I’ve just had a block, I guess.
I’ve had so much going on in my head, I couldn’t have begun to sort through it all and write it down.
The good news is that it’s all stuff I’ve felt and dealt with before. I know I’ll be fine.
The bad news is that it’s just terrible to feel like I have the past month.
I think I’ve finally worked myself back up to my usual level of optimism, which isn’t usually a whole lot, but it’s better than none at all.
I’m done being a slacker. I’m done moping around.
I will say this though: It’s incredibly easy to fall into despair. It’s so easy, almost effortless, to blame all of your problems on something or someone else. Self pity is the most addicting thing I’ve come in contact with. But then again, I’ve never tried heroin.
I don’t have anything really insightful or funny to say right now.
I just wanted to let everyone know I’m alive.
Alive in a sense of metaphor. Of course I’m breathing and my heart is pumping blood. But I’m feeling and thinking and actually living.
I’m alive.
It’s nice.
