My world appears blurry. Nor am I here, or there. My feelings have stilled. Where am I headed? Everything I do, or think about doing seems to register itself as pointless in my brain. Perhaps I'm thinking too much?
I don't even feel like doing this. Talking, typing, writing, dumping my worries on to someone. Whatever you want to call it. I suppose I just want to procrastinate my head being in the books again. Yes, Again. For the rest of the goddamn summer. So much for any kind of relaxing break I was expecting. Hn, well it could've been worse.
Went to watch Blood: The last vampire yesterday. It was, for lack of something more descriptive, crap. An illogical mess of vampire tales, guts and blood. Twas the usual Japanese storyline, an evil villain kills a girl's father and she now believes it's her duty to avenge him. They're all about hatred, revenge, murder. People should learn how to forgive and forget. Accept it as God's will, if you will. Ah well, not that I care.
Sometimes, I feel tired of the absence of things in my life. Things that I've gotten so used to hearing, feeling, knowing, in such a short period of time. I crave those things, always desiring, always wanting. And when I don't receive them? Frustration beyond words. I sound so selfish. Oh, if only you knew.
I wonder what it'd feel like to be stung by a jellyfish. In the meantime, here is something which is going in my new house.
I don't even feel like doing this. Talking, typing, writing, dumping my worries on to someone. Whatever you want to call it. I suppose I just want to procrastinate my head being in the books again. Yes, Again. For the rest of the goddamn summer. So much for any kind of relaxing break I was expecting. Hn, well it could've been worse.
Went to watch Blood: The last vampire yesterday. It was, for lack of something more descriptive, crap. An illogical mess of vampire tales, guts and blood. Twas the usual Japanese storyline, an evil villain kills a girl's father and she now believes it's her duty to avenge him. They're all about hatred, revenge, murder. People should learn how to forgive and forget. Accept it as God's will, if you will. Ah well, not that I care.
Sometimes, I feel tired of the absence of things in my life. Things that I've gotten so used to hearing, feeling, knowing, in such a short period of time. I crave those things, always desiring, always wanting. And when I don't receive them? Frustration beyond words. I sound so selfish. Oh, if only you knew.
I wonder what it'd feel like to be stung by a jellyfish. In the meantime, here is something which is going in my new house.
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