Went dancing again last night. This time was popscene.
It was nice, and purging to be dancing,
I had a lot of caffinated energy.
But it was hard to be there too. Thinking of certain first kisses that were had. Im so blue thinking about how things turned.
The longer I go without understanding the worse the strain. My hope and faith decays exponentionally.
I pretend like its all gone. But I think deep down its still there.
Le sigh.
of all loses, this is the hardest yet.
But ill not think on it.
other things to think on:
I have TWO books to finish making by next week. this is going to kick my ass because both are going to need a lot of attention to get to the completed point.
I also have to finish my major propsal by monday. also going to kick my ass. i smell impending rejection. (not unlike the smell of dead white men. fucking buerocratic bullshit its going to be, i KNOW it. why wont they just let me study what i want? i know what i need.)
so im going to go to the coffee shop, and try not to think on things.
It was nice, and purging to be dancing,
I had a lot of caffinated energy.
But it was hard to be there too. Thinking of certain first kisses that were had. Im so blue thinking about how things turned.
The longer I go without understanding the worse the strain. My hope and faith decays exponentionally.
I pretend like its all gone. But I think deep down its still there.
Le sigh.
of all loses, this is the hardest yet.
But ill not think on it.
other things to think on:
I have TWO books to finish making by next week. this is going to kick my ass because both are going to need a lot of attention to get to the completed point.
I also have to finish my major propsal by monday. also going to kick my ass. i smell impending rejection. (not unlike the smell of dead white men. fucking buerocratic bullshit its going to be, i KNOW it. why wont they just let me study what i want? i know what i need.)
so im going to go to the coffee shop, and try not to think on things.

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But I can sympathize with y00 though I do that all the time, trying to remmeber what I was gonig to say and crap then going and deleteing what I was saying.
So I agree, but still feel gyped. Poo!
I'm gonig to call you Miss Gyper.