total reconstruction starting when i wake up.
things will be different.
"this is a song for rainy days."
"this is a song for rainy days."
that all this is just a dream and we're actually living in some other unconsicous life?
as i've said before, i'm feeling fake, uninspired and almost gone.
the only way i can think of to possibly describe it is a world of routine mundaneness, what is expected is carried out...
homework done always on time, early to work-late to leave, get up get dressed go go go come home read sleep.
it is like a lifeless life that i'm grateful to have? there's a weird irony to that picture that i can't quite wrap my head around....
truth is i can't really wrap my head around anything lately. i think too much, but not thinking at all gives me a headache...irony number two...thats all i really wanna do.
lets jummppp.
lets shakeeee.
letss ratttleeee.
letssss rolllllllllllllllllllll.
i'm thinking a little bit of fresh air would be a good thing.
something new to take a liking to.
guess we'll see.
or we won't.
pessimistism or optimism?-who's really keeping score?
not the hometeam...they seem to be losing.
"hope dangles on a string like slow spinning redemption."
the dj wouldn't play any paramore.
none. none at all.
haha but it was a greatttttt night. <3
i'm breaking free.
good