| | My eyes are tired, my mind is tired, I am tired.
But I can't sleep!
May I say, oh blog of mine, "what the fuck" with all and any artistic intent?
I have realized through sudden reflection that my recent blog entries, especially juxtaposed with those posted before, sound so pretentious. It's not a bad thing, I suppose; this is an outlet for my wonderful verboseness. Wonderful.
The definition of my life right now is simply "waiting for something to happen".
I'm tired of everyone (on different levels), although I do cherish my friends. Sometimes--no, often--over family.
Suburbia is so boring. If Suburbia were a book, it would contain the same words over and over again, a broken record, the same size font and the same color and no paragraphs and no commas or semicolons or any other punctuation
just like this
So we chase after scandal, lust for drama. What's more, we hide this fact from ourselves and the world, because God forbid someone discover our tendencies to harbor petty jealousies.
Speaking of God,
where is he?
Right now, he's a figment of my imagination.
Or maybe he's always been, and I just never knew. |
| | Posted 4/21/2009 10:34 PM - 1 View - 0 eProps - 0 comments
- recommend
  - recs0
- share
- email
 - sent0
|
