(no subject)
"...Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
i miss you.
i know you dont care.
i listened to that song the other day
i had to turn it off;
it makes me too sad to listen to all the way through.
it makes me angry too...
i wish it was the way it was before, but time marches on leaving us who stand by the wayside in its dusty memory...
i wish just for once someone would talk about me like that, perhaps it is too much to ask. i thought that maybe it could have been you, however i suppose i am either a bad judge of character or a hopeless romantic. Though, on upon careful consideration and thoughtful pontification, these two are not so dissimilar.
i guess i am just feeling lonely today.