i guess its typical to cling to memories that you'll never get back again
ha, well..that was depressing. i think i've lost the ability to carry out a conversation with anyone.
so i wouldn't try having one with me anymore..unless you want to talk.
drivers ed starts in two weeks, not very excited..i get to sit in a classroom and listen to some loser who has nothing better to do talk about road safety.
i love my gee-tahr.
i guess that it is typical
to cling to memories you'll never get back again
and to sort through old photographs of a summer long ago
or a friend that you used to know
and there, below his frozen face
you wrote the name and that ancient date
and you can't believe he is really gone
when all that's left is a fucking song
i'm sorry about the phone call and waking you
i know that its late
but thank you for talking because i needed to
some things just can't wait
good ol' bright eyes. answers to everything sit in lyrics..
christmas is really soon, don't know if i should be looking forward to that anymore.
i don't even know what half the songs on my bright eyes cd that i made are called
..almost a year.
earlier i sat in my room in the dark for an hour and a half and listened to metallica, i wish i could play guitar like that.
this weekend was "all nirvana" weekend on power97. they played negative creep and love buzz while my mom was driving me to play practice..i turned it up really loudly. she didn't say anything.
i think i'm going to re-arrange my room.
i want to go to school tomorrow because it means that i won't be sitting in my room and thinking about things. someone else will do the talking. i can chose to not participate. i can zone out and write and forget things. i do my best writing during science and english and sometimes religion..though now that i sit in the very very front that might be very hard.
oh yeah, i forgot to mention that i should be in art..according to some people. i made beautiful creations out of my religion assignment outline thingy
fuck. i didn't do that assignment..the one that i'm in a group, alone, for.
if you have gotten this far, congratulations.
though i highly doubt you've read half of what i wrote.
and you don't care either. so stop reading. right now.
lurking in the shadows is the one i used to know.
before she gave her heart away to be put on your pedestal
of shame
listen to her cry...
break me
bend me
mold me as you please
take me
shape me
free me from this affair with misery
i had that dream again. the one where i'm at a nirvana concert..i realized why i'm there and why there's a "replacement kurt". its an episode of 'bands reunited' and they wanted to get nirvana back together..but needed a kurt.
why they [my subconscious] chose a woman..i have no clue.
..and then something tells me i shouldn't be thinking this way. am i crazy? why would that ever happen..has it ever happened? with anyone?
nope
so i wouldn't try having one with me anymore..unless you want to talk.
drivers ed starts in two weeks, not very excited..i get to sit in a classroom and listen to some loser who has nothing better to do talk about road safety.
i love my gee-tahr.
i guess that it is typical
to cling to memories you'll never get back again
and to sort through old photographs of a summer long ago
or a friend that you used to know
and there, below his frozen face
you wrote the name and that ancient date
and you can't believe he is really gone
when all that's left is a fucking song
i'm sorry about the phone call and waking you
i know that its late
but thank you for talking because i needed to
some things just can't wait
good ol' bright eyes. answers to everything sit in lyrics..
christmas is really soon, don't know if i should be looking forward to that anymore.
i don't even know what half the songs on my bright eyes cd that i made are called
..almost a year.
earlier i sat in my room in the dark for an hour and a half and listened to metallica, i wish i could play guitar like that.
this weekend was "all nirvana" weekend on power97. they played negative creep and love buzz while my mom was driving me to play practice..i turned it up really loudly. she didn't say anything.
i think i'm going to re-arrange my room.
i want to go to school tomorrow because it means that i won't be sitting in my room and thinking about things. someone else will do the talking. i can chose to not participate. i can zone out and write and forget things. i do my best writing during science and english and sometimes religion..though now that i sit in the very very front that might be very hard.
oh yeah, i forgot to mention that i should be in art..according to some people. i made beautiful creations out of my religion assignment outline thingy
fuck. i didn't do that assignment..the one that i'm in a group, alone, for.
if you have gotten this far, congratulations.
though i highly doubt you've read half of what i wrote.
and you don't care either. so stop reading. right now.
lurking in the shadows is the one i used to know.
before she gave her heart away to be put on your pedestal
of shame
listen to her cry...
break me
bend me
mold me as you please
take me
shape me
free me from this affair with misery
i had that dream again. the one where i'm at a nirvana concert..i realized why i'm there and why there's a "replacement kurt". its an episode of 'bands reunited' and they wanted to get nirvana back together..but needed a kurt.
why they [my subconscious] chose a woman..i have no clue.
..and then something tells me i shouldn't be thinking this way. am i crazy? why would that ever happen..has it ever happened? with anyone?
nope