speed_metal

Selfish me dreams of a day when I'm both the person thats really easy to talk to, and the person she want's to talk too.

Survival me begins intensive training myself that I don't need anyone to acknowledge my existance.

Physical me is so verily tired, which sucks... because I fucking hate sleep (again).

It would be easier sometimes if I knew how to be...
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I am an amazingly repairable thing.

I'm tired of being strong...

I probably would have had fun with heat tonight if my roomate wasn't still up, ah well, she (not roomate) probably would have been mad at me if I had anyway. Ahh there goes the brain again...

I probably shouldn't be nearly as happy as I am for only having talked with her for a few hours, but I don't even care.

I'm achey as shit, I've got scrape on the top of my upper lip and the scab feels like I've got peanut butter stuck there, I'm listening to the most noise saturated hack remix of the inalienable dreamless (Merzbow is actually relaxing), and it's fucking breezy and dark out. A really cool girl is calling me later... Who'd have thought Monday would be this good...
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Maybe I should try and not use the internet at all over the next week (until my new apartment get's it's hookup.

This should be interesting. And by interesting, I mean I don't look forward to my thoughts while I can't try and distract myself with out these pretty lights and flashing colors

I feel like I wouldn't see the end if it were 5 meters infront of me...

But I know it isn't.

I feel fucking horrible (physically). I want it to be next weekend quite a lot.

Wanting what I can never have... what else is new. And yes, chances are somehow I'll totally miss my weekend off... I'll be pissed.

I get the feeling as if this might be the calm before the storm...

Too bad nobody will be here before or afterwards to know of it.