secrecy in incomprehension
Date: Sep 4th, 2005 11:59:15 am - Subscribe
Mood: illiterate
currently listening to:: The Faint / Desperate Guys
the current state of our state (or world?) is the only thing that keeps me from suicide. i know there are, bigger things in this big picture, which gives hope to its smaller diminions which do its biding in due time. i hope that, someday i can stop asking questions because i won't be unsure anymore.
questions, questions, hope hope hope.
why bother?
another question.
i submit to use other vocabulary to alphabetise my emotions so i may not deem myself another hopeless adolescence in the wind... doomed to wait upon a never-ending list of questions, empty promises, letdowns, and forfeited relationships.
i realise, we will never have what we want, because we don't know what we want. comspire against all you want, but the confusion of the pile of words crapped upon this entry will be read by none other than myself, and therefore, i will permit my fingers to do my biding; to type indescribibly confusing sentences mashed together for the sole reason of my releasing the incomprehensable string of words that go through my head at, par, 600 thousand per minute.
or so i calculate.
deep breath.
my english literature assignment awaits.
but in no way does it excite.
Comments: (1)
anonymous - September 04th, 2005 |