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Do you care? I didn't think so Have you ever had a song, that just...sticks in your head, and all day long you're stuck singing that same song? Or maybe, you just think of one phrase, and the song jumps into your head, unbidded, and it just makes a little hole, moves in all of it's little song-like furniture and sits there for days? Well, today was absolutely NOT like that, but no matter. I always have a song stuck in my head. Anyway, today was horrible. It was a good day, actually, but it was horrible at the same time. I'm in a funk now. Yes, that's right, a funk. Not a groovy, "gotta dance" funk. A "please god, take me out of this life. I hate myself, why am I me?" funk. Ergh, my life is blessed to those around me. They don't see the confusion. They don't see the pain. They can't even possibly imagine what it's like. It's only fair, right? I can't possibly imagine what anyone else's life is like. Unless it's exactly like mine, then that's their problem. But, I guess...Oh I don't know. I don't want to rant about me being miserable anymore. Maybe I should start that short story collection that Lindsey suggested. Or, maybe long stories. These could be chapters. I don't know. I don't care anymore. I just don't. G'bye. |
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