"POST BOX IN THE FOREST.
OH YES, IT STANDS ALONE."
"uh... you are.....?"
"smothered."
good things come to those who wait, bad things hunt me down
it never rains but that it pours, i need a place on higher grounds
and good things come in pairs. but bad things come in friggin' landslides.
so anyway, today has been a mega crap day. i was supposed to head out with queks and ben but i felt too fat for the public eye, so i chose to stay home instead. and so my day started at 6pm at Commonwealth. met a new guy named Hadi who is stupendously lame. he has this incredible laughter which makes me roll my eyes like three million times per second.
i got home, world war five million and twenty nine took place.
familiarity breeds contempt. it's true.
i'm growing up, even if you pretend i'm not.
i now realize why cliches are cliches. they are cliches because alot of people say it all the time. and people say it all the time, because it's true.
just when everything seems to be okay again, a whole pile of shit will fall on your head and ruin you all over again. again and again and again.
it's like you're all dirty and then they come and give you a towel and a bucket of water to clean up. and then you clean yourself up, so that you feel good, beautiful even. and they look at you and say "good job! you're clean now!" and then they smile with joy. but this smile slowly turns sinister as they grab you by the collar and drag your face through mud again. and you stand dirty, once again. they give you a towel and a bucket of water and ask you to clean yourself up. and you do. but they cycle goes on and on. never ending, this macabre game.
never ending.
tomorrow i'll be going to get the typhoid jab. FREAK. i hate needles. and then it'll be Commonwealth, one last time.
my dreams, please come true.my future, i don't know you. but i want to.my life, what will become of you?