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|SepiaFlamingo (profile) wrote, |
on 4-17-2004 at 9:12pm
|Current mood: discontent
Music: "Ashes to Ashes" - David Bowie
Subject: My directive has no fashion-sense
|I'm sick of just ignoring people and expecting them to believe my half-minded excuse to why I didn't call or come over when I was suppose to. I'm sick of it, but I'm more sick of the people who I'm ignoring. I just can't grasp why in the world I even hang out with half the people I do anymore. And for those I actually like, I'm so use to just blowing everyone off that I'm hurting those I care for. With the exception of few, I have absolutely no one. And right now more than ever I'm feeling lonely. From my own cost, of course. I'm in complete view of what I've got and I'm tried of sulking with those that know me best. Seriously, the only people I hang out with anymore is, ((excluding internet relations)) Scott, Alex, and Corinne. For Jimmy and Kat... I don't know. We're just not "us" anymore. With all the new faces in my pool of socalism I don't feel like fishing out the good ones, so I sink farther down until the drain consumes my whole and I'm left typing away my troubles into a box of metal and wires. In all honestly, I'm about to just climb in a closet and never come out.
I put down the script a while ago.
So why do I feel I'm still living in hypocrisy?
And lastly, if anyone has the urge to send my two-dollar fee to keep this sad journal alive, please don't hesitate to do so.
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The way you say things just make so much sense in a way others couldn't put it in words.
Re:, 04-18-04 10:02am
Now if only I could get my words to operate through my command and do something a tad more fertile, I'd be set.