Deviation of the Day Sunday, December 03, 2006 |
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Just the profound writing of the unfound youth
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I need to get a grasp on myself. I've been so bored lately I let infactuation take over. Nothing new has happened, no more than it ever does. Been dragging my feet in school, I'm failing english with a 45% as of now. It's not a suprise to me, I'll pull it up.
It's in you, it's in me, powers that be.
Screw lust. I hate being envious and jealous of my friends, I hate wanting what they have. I've been denying something for a while now, hoping it would just go away. It didn't, and it's back, and I have to deal with it again. Luckily I can control myself.
You will never be smitten over me.
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I've learned recently that If I don't have time to blog in the mornings, I don't. I've been getting up just in the nick of time lately, and have neglected my blog. I feel bad :P But not really.
How can I take what could be and make it what is?
Hmm, what has been up lately, hmm, tis a good questions, and I guess in the honesty that I never lose, I would have to say nothing. But that wouldn't suprise you now would it. School, work, friends, and if I can fit it, games. That is how my life rotates. Not that I think of it it rarely deviates from that strict schedule, and I guess that doesn't bother me. That's all I really need, or anyone needs for that matter.
I'm sorry for what's been said
It just occured to me that I never have explained the reason for all the italic writing in between paragraphs. I've decided to take my "Current Song" thing-a-ma-jiggy from it, because it takes the feeling I want from the blog, makes it feel too much like a journal than a rant. Well I will usually place things from songs, or things that have been bouncing around in my head in italics, but only if it means something important to me. Everything inbetween paragraphs has a purpose, it has a meaning, plus it breaks the train of thought as I segue myself into a different topic.
It makes angels weep
At the moment everything is blurring by, in retrospect I would have to say it's blissful, even though in the back of my head there is one topic digging away. I have to ignore it now, I can't be myself, or who I used to be, I just can't. He didnt work then, so why would he work now.
Is there a solution?
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All I thought when I saw this was, "I laughed so hard I fell!"
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I had a dream the other night. I was falling, I don't know I got up into the air, all I know is that I was falling toward the Earth at an alarming rate. For the first bit I was frantic, trying to find a way to slow myself down, to stop falling. I had no parachute, there were no clouds to grab on to, there was nothing I could do. The rest of the dream was acceptance. It was very hard to do, but I had to accept my imminent death. It was the worst feeling in the world, knowing I was going to die and not able to do anything about it. I just watched the ground come closer and closer. But I wasn't alone, there was a girl beside me, I didn't see her face, but we were falling together, there was a point when we held onto one another, both in a frantic state, but then we just fell. I don't know what happened after the falling. I wonder what that dream means...
I saw that smile on your face
I just now watched the movie Click, and I have to say I loved it. The movie itself wasn't great, but the underlying message was. It was man's struggle against his own greed, he watched his empire crumble, and he couldn't stop it. I will admit that I actually cried in this movie. For a man to cry, is very, very immasculating, it's not a thing that we will admit often, I probably cry a total of twice a year, if that. But there was a point in the movie that I felt I could relate to, I barely understand it though. He made decisions, that seemed right at the time, but when he saw later what he had done, and what he was doing, he hated himself. Crying, in itself feels great, it didn't last long, but once I had started I really didn't want to stop. I wanted to be five years old again, when I could cry about everything, and it was acceptable. It was short, but it was very relieving, with every tear left alot of stress, a whole weight was sort of lifted off my shoulders.
What can I do to make you love me
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