Directionless
I never knew what to do with my life. Hell, I still don’t know what
I’m doing with my life.
who craves more time to spend alone everyday
withdrawing farther and farther to where I feel safe
but the farther I go, the lonelier I get
and it just continues
I typed this without realizing what I was
doing, and it seems I typed something I didn’t even realize I knew.
Will you remember me in 15 years?
I don’t know what I’ll remember in 15 years.
but you’re not so forgettable
also, I’m gambling on yes.
I’m going to remember you
I want it to at least line up in the space time continuum
Sometimes,
when I feel my very lowest…I think I’m somehow closer to my deep
conscious. Things I can’t realize about myself at other times seem
clearer in that instant.
he sounds like a great guy
you don’t know him.
I’m happy for you
he is, but you still don’t know him
I know you
and I know you like him
that’s enough
To sum it up – I don’t have people I can talk to in my
daily life, and I don’t think I should. I’ve spent years talking to
myself instead, and I think I’ve developed something a lot of people
try to deny in themselves.
Aside – This has got to be the most vague and unorganized peace of
tripe I’ve ever written………. but what the Hell.
In Other News:
– Jon Stewart writes a mean essay
– PJ owes me $10
– As I write
this sentence PJ returns. Its Galactic Battlegrounds Time.
If you strike me down, I’ll become more powerful
than you can possibly imagine.