I feel lost.
Is this a side effect of love.
to miss someone to the point of not really wanting to do anything,
cause everything seems pointless without that person.
,
sorry naomi.
I wish I was stronger.
I wish I could handle these things like a man.
and just be like "oh its okay, we'll see each other soon."
& "im a man, I dont get lonely, go and do what you need to do, and I'll be here waiting for you and supporting you."
- some one who's not me
but maybe that's the way I should be thinking.
but....
god, I miss you so much.
if you can, do something nice for your partner, for all the couples far apart.
actually never mind.
just do something nice, cause they deserve something nice.
have a nice day.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
sanday
sunday.
Possessions never meant anything to me
I'm not crazy
Well that's not true, I've got a bed, and a guitar
And a dog named bob who pisses on my floor
That's right, I've got a floor
So what, so what, so what?
I've got pockets full of Kleenex and lint and holes
Where everything important to me
Just seems to fall right down my leg
And onto the floor
My closest friend, linoleum
Linoleum
Supports my head, gives me something to believe
That's me on the beachside combing the sand
Metal meter in my hand
Sporting a pocket full of change
That's me on the street with a violin under my chin
Playing with a grin, singing gibberish
That's me on the back of the bus
That's me in the cell
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head
sleepy.
i'm tired.
work tomorrow, then a few days during the week.
i feel good that im able to start paying off my loans.
but i feel so tired after working long hours.
I sleep, but still feel tired afterwards.
i dont get how people work 40+ hr weeks.
major props to yall.
you have my respect.
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hmm i've been in a NOFX faze for a few weeks now.
NOFX - Linoleum
Possessions never meant anything to me
I'm not crazy
Well that's not true, I've got a bed, and a guitar
And a dog named bob who pisses on my floor
That's right, I've got a floor
So what, so what, so what?
I've got pockets full of Kleenex and lint and holes
Where everything important to me
Just seems to fall right down my leg
And onto the floor
My closest friend, linoleum
Linoleum
Supports my head, gives me something to believe
That's me on the beachside combing the sand
Metal meter in my hand
Sporting a pocket full of change
That's me on the street with a violin under my chin
Playing with a grin, singing gibberish
That's me on the back of the bus
That's me in the cell
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head
have a nice day
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