saw 5 different rainbows today on the way home. it was beautiful. the sky was black around one bend and sun kissed around another. i took it as a simple sign that things would be all right.
i freaked out completely last night due to some news i was expecting but didnt want to hear. i am so tired of focusing on this one facet of my life. i am so much more than a broken relationship. i am so much more than a puddle of melancholy emotions... if anything, at least im trying to be artsy with my words... oy.
anyway, i havent been too happy with certain parts of my life for the past few months and for some reason, after seeing the sky go all skitzo and all those rainbows i felt fine. fine as in ok as in i dont feel a damn thing as in i dont give a fuck. theres this weight that was lifted and while some of the sadness is left over, i can tell its on its way out and that makes me happier than a pig in shit. either that, or im manic and im just on the up at this moment. whatever. i like it. i can dig it.
and after re-reading all that, i feel like some hippie wrote that. whatever.
i went home for about 4 or 5 days. i left cos i had all this anxiety- which caused me to stop eating- which is something i NEVER do cos i love food. so i got myself home and went stir crazy. drove up to new paltz twice to visit one of my closest and best-est friends ever. and im really glad i got to see her. she is one of the few people that can cheer me up no matter what. and that, is what real friends can do.
i freaked out completely last night due to some news i was expecting but didnt want to hear. i am so tired of focusing on this one facet of my life. i am so much more than a broken relationship. i am so much more than a puddle of melancholy emotions... if anything, at least im trying to be artsy with my words... oy.
anyway, i havent been too happy with certain parts of my life for the past few months and for some reason, after seeing the sky go all skitzo and all those rainbows i felt fine. fine as in ok as in i dont feel a damn thing as in i dont give a fuck. theres this weight that was lifted and while some of the sadness is left over, i can tell its on its way out and that makes me happier than a pig in shit. either that, or im manic and im just on the up at this moment. whatever. i like it. i can dig it.
and after re-reading all that, i feel like some hippie wrote that. whatever.
i went home for about 4 or 5 days. i left cos i had all this anxiety- which caused me to stop eating- which is something i NEVER do cos i love food. so i got myself home and went stir crazy. drove up to new paltz twice to visit one of my closest and best-est friends ever. and im really glad i got to see her. she is one of the few people that can cheer me up no matter what. and that, is what real friends can do.
...rawk!