If I had a place to stay, I'd be able to move out this summer. Unfortunately, I don't think I have enough money or the ability to make enough money to pay for my own apartment or whatever, which is why I'd probably need a place to stay... But... Who knows what's going to happen? I wish I had an older cousin or something who lived in Chicago or one of those big cities. That'd rock like a Metallica show. Or... Something...
Things are kind of ugly in my life again. I go through stages of having an extremely close friend whom I love dearly to only having a friend whom I love dearly to only loving someone dearly... And then, eventually, they're gone, and the love is only a memory.
I'm tired of things being the way that they are. But whatever. Tomorrow is another day.
Frequent flyers in denial
And all the while
Emergency is evident
Revenants were the statues
Radar learning of huddled masses
1 comment:
It's alright. It comes and goes.
I think that's definitely what's supposed to happen. :) I do believe I'd fit in a great deal better at Norma Jean show anyway.
Thank you very much. :)
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