You get the car I'll get the night off
Dear everyone,
For those unaware I would like to make it known that I inhabit a totally different world. Frankly, time moves more slowly during the specified hours of 7am-11am and 5pm-when ever the fuck I go to sleep. This is when think of all those little things I want to say. Oh, and I love to say all those little things that sound perfect. Syntax thought out with every syllable perfect. And I love the way people respond. But its not real, just something that plays over in my mind, The fact of the matter is that everyone is looking for something, bigger brighter softer and beautiful. But I want to find a tiny little space and cover it in tiny little paintings. Go through the same repetitions everyday, so I can turn off my body, relieve myself of thought and step into that fantasy world.
I want to take those light hearted quips that we never said and say them, and retort. I want to see what happened when you add 98.6 and 99.2, because I'm fairly sure my body temperature is slightly higher than average. I don't like things as they are. Things keep moving and theres not enough time to figure out where they went. I just want something to sit down long enough for me to get a good look at it, and then I'll make it mine. Teach it a new language and cover it in a color thats not its own.
I'm not sure I can take school much longer. There are to many people. They all talk like they know something. Nothing is real, right now nothing is real. I don't think we'll ever grow up, I don't think we'll ever fall in love, I don't think we'll ever die, I don't think we'll ever really be given the chance to live. Everything falls apart to easily. Right now everything kind of feels like one of those awkward conversations that you don't really know how to get out of. You kind of think that maybe it'll turn around, but at the same time you don't want to get sucked in any further than you already are.
I learn more from the walk to class than the class itself.
I wish it would snow.
People talk to much.
I wish someone would give me a topic I'm interested in
Things would be so much easier if everyone would just go away. Its hard to keep optimistic. I want to go away for a while and forget, everything, everyone, and everything thats ever happened. The problem with fantasy is its just idealized reality, maintaining the same cast of characters, locals, and action sequences. Nothing could ever live up to it. And I've spent to much time waiting for it. I'm just not sure I belong here. I don't know there rules, I can't read this map, and I don't understand what the point of it all is. You're going to have to give me something a little more. I'm better when I'm alone.
For those unaware I would like to make it known that I inhabit a totally different world. Frankly, time moves more slowly during the specified hours of 7am-11am and 5pm-when ever the fuck I go to sleep. This is when think of all those little things I want to say. Oh, and I love to say all those little things that sound perfect. Syntax thought out with every syllable perfect. And I love the way people respond. But its not real, just something that plays over in my mind, The fact of the matter is that everyone is looking for something, bigger brighter softer and beautiful. But I want to find a tiny little space and cover it in tiny little paintings. Go through the same repetitions everyday, so I can turn off my body, relieve myself of thought and step into that fantasy world.
I want to take those light hearted quips that we never said and say them, and retort. I want to see what happened when you add 98.6 and 99.2, because I'm fairly sure my body temperature is slightly higher than average. I don't like things as they are. Things keep moving and theres not enough time to figure out where they went. I just want something to sit down long enough for me to get a good look at it, and then I'll make it mine. Teach it a new language and cover it in a color thats not its own.
I'm not sure I can take school much longer. There are to many people. They all talk like they know something. Nothing is real, right now nothing is real. I don't think we'll ever grow up, I don't think we'll ever fall in love, I don't think we'll ever die, I don't think we'll ever really be given the chance to live. Everything falls apart to easily. Right now everything kind of feels like one of those awkward conversations that you don't really know how to get out of. You kind of think that maybe it'll turn around, but at the same time you don't want to get sucked in any further than you already are.
I learn more from the walk to class than the class itself.
I wish it would snow.
People talk to much.
I wish someone would give me a topic I'm interested in
Things would be so much easier if everyone would just go away. Its hard to keep optimistic. I want to go away for a while and forget, everything, everyone, and everything thats ever happened. The problem with fantasy is its just idealized reality, maintaining the same cast of characters, locals, and action sequences. Nothing could ever live up to it. And I've spent to much time waiting for it. I'm just not sure I belong here. I don't know there rules, I can't read this map, and I don't understand what the point of it all is. You're going to have to give me something a little more. I'm better when I'm alone.