I am tired, confused, frustrated, sleep-deprived, annoyed, angry with myself, hopeless, desperate, whiny, intolerant, intolerable, abrasive, obnoxious, weak, pedantic, indecisive, cowardly, prideful, insufferable, spineless, and cold.
I kind of want to shoot myself in the face right now. Metaphorically speaking.
I want to hide in my room under my covers and not come out to grin and tease and pretend. I want to disappear. I want to stop everything.
Nothing's wrong. Nothing is right.
So, pain...
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Um..
I'm taking your mirror away.
Beautiful storm out.
So, pain, I spit in your eye.
I was feeling this way the other day. Then I played kickball, and the world came into focus.
I think most people are primarily one or the other: music or words, I mean. I play the violin, and am very touched by music, but I am more affected to words. I feel the shades of meaning in a word like the kids here feel the difference of color in chords. It's bizzare. I can't sense that kind of thing in the same way. So...that's my thought.
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