when you know something can't happen simply based on the logistics of the situation, yea, it's called having a reality check. it's really a shame. like when you know you'll never spend the night in that furniture store simply because...well, you just can't. and you accept it.
i want to jump ahead three weeks please, please please please please. hell, i want to jump ahead about six months.
i can't wrap my head around the ins and outs of what i surround myself in everyday. how i can't allow myself to think certain things or admit to feeling a certain way. why do i have such a tight grip on myself? i sure do hate rhetorical questions. questions are meant to be answered.
that's why it's nice to turn the focus on petty things and the cure's 70s songs. though those songs are not petty. i guess i am a nut. nah. not really.
OH WOE IS ME i don't even know what i'm complaining about.
this is third grade quality writing. fantastic. to the sky i go, i have no idea where i'm heading. i am on drugs and am super depressed. people who claim depression as their lingering substantial emotion 24/7 are pathetic. i think, what, like 1 out of 15 people who use that term too loosely are legimately "depressed" but you never know, i could be wrong. bullshit, i'm never wrong.
that's a lie. sorry. i will never lie to you again.
everything is anything but anything is nothing because nothing is something and we all know something cannot be everything unless everything is all.
can you speak my language? please? can you be the one?
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