... Is a fucking amazing song. (L)Goths(L)
Mmm, playing music calms me down. If music be the food of love, I must be emotionally obese.
I just tried to tidy my room for the first time in a long time, and it turns out I no longer have sifficient wardrobe space. So my room looks messy still. I hate posessions, I wish I could bring myself to get rid of most stuff in my room. But I love stuff. My room is quite awesome, actually. At a glance: Less Than Jake inflatables, Wolverine comics, various musical instruments, The Aeneid (I really should read that)...
My speakers are getting worse. Bass drums now sound like clicks.
I figured something this morning: this job is probably going to make me a stronger person... After, I'll be able to look back, hopefully a better person; but none of this will ever happen if I don't learn to deal with it. If I moan about it for a few months then quit, I won't have learned from my experience at all. Life IS shit, you need to learn how to cope with that rather than learn to escape. I'll never be happy as long as I'm working here, but fuck, how many people in the world ARE happy? Everyone keeps saying it's only for a year. Fuck that, a year is a long time. But I realise now that it is still only time, and time passes. I'm no more cheerful than I have been, but complaining gets you nowhere.
People piss me the fuck off, too. Getting pushed by people every day is driving me nuts, but I hope, in time, I'll learn to deal with that in a way that doesn't result in my imprisonment... WITHOUT killing myself.
Even if I am totally miserable, I'd rather be The Man In Black, silent and sorrowful type than the whiney little dick that I have resembled for most of my life so far. This blog doesn't count, though, this little outlet keeps me going sometimes.
This is less vague, but if it were more so, it would be rubbish. No-one would understand, so I'd explain and then they would realise it was boring.
That last part didn't really need to be said.
I forgot about my tattoos again.
"What's there to smile about?"
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4 comments:
I forgot Vex Red existed. That song is so "we wish we were Silverchair". Even more "we wish we were Silverchair" than InMe, except Vex Red weren't fucking annoying.
"when all you got to keep is strong
move along, move along
like i know you do
and even when your hope is gone
move along, move along
just to make it through
move along"
i love forgetting stuff like that! its then such a treat when you realise you have it. i, of course, am referring to my tongue piercing, which (even though i fiddle with it constantly) still surprises me when i'm talking whilst looking in a mirror. brilliant. i forgot you had tattoos too. thats awesome.
It's weird, I forget about my tattoo now and then and am pleased every time I look over it again. Would of thought it would be harder for you though, being on your arms lol
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