One month ago...
One month ago today...
I was bitching...
I hadn't read Harry Potter years 1-4... fucking crack those books are...
I'd said that I would start living right then...
I'm apologizing...
I'm starting year 5... its crack I say...
I'm starting life again... talk about procrastination...
It's been a while since I've called anyone or written. I've fallen of the face of the earth these past few weeks. I know this because my life just seems to consist of weekend performances in berkeley. I forget days of the week. I forget to call. So I'd like to say I'm sorry. "Sounds hipocritical", says you; "It needs to be said", says I. Even now sitting here I am at a loss for words to say. A part of me feels it much easier to not say anything at all and not post this. Not that I have anything profound to say. Its just saying things in general. My brain as of late has decided to turn off certain filters that I had in place for a purpose. My foot to mouth ratio has steadily increased over the past month and its just been easier to go into hiding. The wonderful cave dweller that I am. I get sunlight once a day for about fifteen minutes. Unless its the weekend, then I am hoping I just don't get stabbed. Ah cyrano. I've been having more vivid dreams. Not good. I believe they come from frustration and inactivity. My brain is torturing me and punishing me for my sloth. One common theme in all my dreams is hopelessness. I feel so hopeless. I hate that feeling.
So I'm taking action. I'm apologizing to everyone. I am here.
I'm sorry,
Jared
I was bitching...
I hadn't read Harry Potter years 1-4... fucking crack those books are...
I'd said that I would start living right then...
I'm apologizing...
I'm starting year 5... its crack I say...
I'm starting life again... talk about procrastination...
It's been a while since I've called anyone or written. I've fallen of the face of the earth these past few weeks. I know this because my life just seems to consist of weekend performances in berkeley. I forget days of the week. I forget to call. So I'd like to say I'm sorry. "Sounds hipocritical", says you; "It needs to be said", says I. Even now sitting here I am at a loss for words to say. A part of me feels it much easier to not say anything at all and not post this. Not that I have anything profound to say. Its just saying things in general. My brain as of late has decided to turn off certain filters that I had in place for a purpose. My foot to mouth ratio has steadily increased over the past month and its just been easier to go into hiding. The wonderful cave dweller that I am. I get sunlight once a day for about fifteen minutes. Unless its the weekend, then I am hoping I just don't get stabbed. Ah cyrano. I've been having more vivid dreams. Not good. I believe they come from frustration and inactivity. My brain is torturing me and punishing me for my sloth. One common theme in all my dreams is hopelessness. I feel so hopeless. I hate that feeling.
So I'm taking action. I'm apologizing to everyone. I am here.
I'm sorry,
Jared