Hello.
he.. he.. hello.
.. . . I like
rusty spoons. .
.. . . I must find. . the perfect . spoon.
"Just this baggage I keep carrying on.. as if I had someone."
K - maybe there's a woman somewhere
who's still thinking of me
or a girl with brown hair that dyes it purple-ish
and is haunted in her dreams
well what they've seen
no it wasn't me
it was just some lie they slept beside.
___---____ yea some bright eyes there .. as always
My own words seem irrelevant.
Trivial. Meaningless. Trite. Cheap.
Strange. Wrong. Uncalculated. Disappointing.
I feel like I'm lying to myself. And to another.
I can't admit my fears without exposing some sort of ill intention... some sort of shortcoming on my behalf.
I fear that avoiding this issue will lead to my decay.
In both a sense of who I am to you, and who I will be to others in the future.
While on an entirely different issue:
I'm belligerent when all I want is to be serene and happy and kind and warm-hearted.
I remember I called my first girlfriend warm-hearted.
I had a lot of adjectives for her... I wonder if she still reads my notes like I sometimes do hers, and the only other person whose notes I did not tear up.
It's funny how hard it is to learn to love someone, and then afterward how easy it is to hate them.
Shoutouts to people who responded
BriZayBriZoke : good stuff there.. APC. I am still more addicted to bright eyes in my current depressed state somehow.
This city has big buildings. I like food. Bye.
laciespoetry : yea I'm in an apartment. It's okay I guess. You have to promise to respond only with thoughtful content if you do respond.
mkay?
le_ribena : you seem very intelligent by your writings, that is you express very intelligent and thought out opinions. (as I think I've previously stated when they are
not drunk entries)
but even those are colorful and nice.
I haven't read your journal in a while. Maybe I'll do that as I procrastinate this essay.
My room is white, here in my apartment. Off-white. Because if you paint it, you have to re-paint it when you leave.
But my room in Wisconsin was green and orange. It had a really big spiral of green and orange on one wall and green and orange sponge prints outside of the spiral.
It was neat.