http://cobeanfarmer.livejournal.com/2282.htmlcobeanfarmerFebruary 15 2007, 23:50:14 UTC
http://cobeanfarmer.livejournal.com/2282.htmlI wrote this at the end of 8th grade, pondering upon my 5th grade feelings. Looking back on it, my writing style, although familiar, is highly flawed and makes me want to vomit. The message, however, is best put in a line from john cusack's monologue for high fidelity
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I think that from now on, I'm fine with being around her. In that I've lost most of those disgusting emotions people feel, much like you have to get through all that crap on top of a good starbucks cup of coffee. The poofy white shit looks good and it's aesthetically pleasing, but then you stick your straw through and you realize it's hollow and unfullfilling. The frap underneath is nonetheless delicious, but you're left mixing that fluffy wipped cream shit into it from time to time. I've sloughed it off, almost all of it. I'm down to the logistics and bare essentials of what it means to like this girl
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