The original title of this was mostly because of my teenage love for Jack's Mannequin's first album. And in a way, I guess I'd like to think my life really is a story for someone out there. I suppose it gives some meaning to all of the nothing.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Dear You,
Will you even read this? I'm not sure.. I feel like writing to you anyway. Right now I'm in the process of finishing up my take home philosophy final which finishes up my first year of college. It doesn't feel like some exciting memorable moment or anything. I just want to be done, so I can free my mind of some responsibilities for a while. I remember sitting around with you and talking about me going off to college and how I was so indecisive on what I want to do or what I want to major in. And honestly, I haven't changed. If anything, I'm at a greater loss more than ever before.
I feel very disconnected with the world right now. I mean.. life is good. I just don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do with it right now. I find me frustrated with such little things, but it always hits me hard for some reason. I'm always trying to find someone who will listen to me and help me figure out what I'm supposed to do. But I don't want people to be there for me just because I'm having a rough few days or because I'm asking them to be there for me. I want them to want to care enough to listen, not feel obligated to. I miss when we actually held real conversations because I didn't doubt that you just wanted to listen. I'm finding that to be rare with people.. Or maybe it's not rare and some part of me is pushing people away. I don't know.. maybe I'm forcing you to listen by writing this, and therefore I'm contradicting what I just said.
I'm just typing nonsense right now. I should get back to my philosophy final.
I miss talking to you. You feel so far away.
Sincerely,
Me.
I feel very disconnected with the world right now. I mean.. life is good. I just don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do with it right now. I find me frustrated with such little things, but it always hits me hard for some reason. I'm always trying to find someone who will listen to me and help me figure out what I'm supposed to do. But I don't want people to be there for me just because I'm having a rough few days or because I'm asking them to be there for me. I want them to want to care enough to listen, not feel obligated to. I miss when we actually held real conversations because I didn't doubt that you just wanted to listen. I'm finding that to be rare with people.. Or maybe it's not rare and some part of me is pushing people away. I don't know.. maybe I'm forcing you to listen by writing this, and therefore I'm contradicting what I just said.
I'm just typing nonsense right now. I should get back to my philosophy final.
I miss talking to you. You feel so far away.
Sincerely,
Me.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Current Psyche.
It was good seeing people again yesterday.
Really, really good.
I missed people
a lot more than I had realized.
Even the ones I was never really close to.
Texting once a week
and seeing each other once ever 3 months
is not enough
at all.
I am freakin sleepy still.
I have a lot of work I should be catching up on.
Maybe I'll go to church at 630 instead.
I do enjoy your company
a lot more than you realize,
even if you wouldnt eat sorbets with me.
Really, really good.
I missed people
a lot more than I had realized.
Even the ones I was never really close to.
Texting once a week
and seeing each other once ever 3 months
is not enough
at all.
I am freakin sleepy still.
I have a lot of work I should be catching up on.
Maybe I'll go to church at 630 instead.
I do enjoy your company
a lot more than you realize,
even if you wouldnt eat sorbets with me.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
self-deprecating
I'm in one of those moods. Where you wake up not feeling so great, but you try to just ignore it. And you just try to get through the day and your mind just keeps wandering. You think about the people who were once so close but managed to walk away from your life. And then names of people who are still in your life keep popping up, but in the back of your mind you know that you're losing them too. You've already felt a part of you pushing them away and you're physically and mentally just too tired to make an effort to keep them close.
And throughout the day, little things that normally wouldn't bother you just keep pestering you. You're suddenly very aware of all of your flaws. Insecurities about the future make everything worse. And that voice in your head telling you that you don't even have a right to feeling this way doesn't help. So by the end of it all, you just feel like dirt.
Yeah.. one of those moods.
Tomorrow will be better though.
Hopefully.
Bright side: I finally went running again, and my room is the cleanest it's been in months, potentially even years.
And throughout the day, little things that normally wouldn't bother you just keep pestering you. You're suddenly very aware of all of your flaws. Insecurities about the future make everything worse. And that voice in your head telling you that you don't even have a right to feeling this way doesn't help. So by the end of it all, you just feel like dirt.
Yeah.. one of those moods.
Tomorrow will be better though.
Hopefully.
Bright side: I finally went running again, and my room is the cleanest it's been in months, potentially even years.
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