November 5, 2010

• don't waste your time on me;

  you're already the voice inside my head.
  (i miss you, i miss you.) 

  tonight is the kind of night where i want to drink a venti white mocha to make up for the horrible one that i had on my break, dye my hair either bright red or very dark brown and cut it all off (i'm sick of this in between, trying to grow it out, it seriously ain't workin' for me), and then drive until my car dies while blaring blink 182, taylor swift, and the almost. i need to channel this indecisive mess into my writing somehow, so i don't do anything rash, come daylight. though, i guess there are worse things i could want to do. like, 'hey, i think i'll wake up and go find & try some meth'. cutting and dying my hair seems remarkably less...insane. ha.

  it's so weird being busy. and i love my job so much that i do not understand what the hell i was doing for all those wasted months just sitting at home being depressed. i guess timing is everything, and i guess i had to go through that boredom to really appreciate what i have now, but i really wonder if i actually needed to experience that or if i just got really scared and lazy.

  i think it's the latter.

  

   

  where are you? and i'm so sorry.
  i cannot sleep, i cannot dream tonight. 

  • 9:20 pm
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