| its time to stop shaking. distance myself not in miles but in mind. i know that no amount of dishes that i do, sheets that i wash, floors that i vaccum, table tops that i wipe down, banking, ipod, anything will keep me from myself.
but i am doing better, much.
ive started to become smart in a real world kind of way. im learning things and i love it.
my writing is honestly good now. my thoughts are not as scattered and dim as they used to be.
ive walked away from more than one girl here. because i wont ever rock the theater girl on my arm, not ever again. i hate going to plays and theater girls make graves...and turn in to whores.
i dont drink at one in the afternoon anymore.
ross and i are finally really brothers again. that makes me stronger than anyone could ever know.
im thankful to myself beyond, that i knew better than to go to ashland this weekend. i dont live there anymore. i hate myself in ashland.
(i swear i listened to frou frou before the garden state ads.)
thenew. theundergroundelite. |
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| my face has been infected with a perpetual smile. |
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| ok, college right?
what's better than an ipod? an ipod with $37 apple in-ear headphones.
girls call me. it's real wierd.
i cant find pants i like that are not baggy as sin. im being forced to go vintage. im sorry.
overall, im sorry. |
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| I've Been Stabbed in The Back so Many, Many, Times I Don't Have Any Skin |
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| Weezer's Why Bother comes to mind. I was hoping that could wait till October...but whatever.
I study now. College does crazy things to people. |
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