Confuckyoulations

And now that its all over, I just don't care anymore.

I feel really angry.

I feel really hurt.

But I feel really free.

Thank you, and good night.

(this title is a silence)

It feels like you invited me over, but forgot that we'd be trying to play with something that was dead.

And now we're awkwardly sitting in the same room, our backs turned.

Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah

I'm going to:

-watch Rome
-drink obnoxious amounts of liquids
-listen to alot of Lily Allen (yeah, whatever!)
-get real silly on t3s

And thats all I need.

Press your space face close to mine, love

This is a picture of my mom in Vancouver. I miss her alot, she's there working. Hopefully she'll come home soon.

I don't know how I feel about this Todd person. He texts me all the time, he never gets angry with me, he never wants to make me angry, he does all these things for me. But somehow I just don't think he'd fit properly in my life. Goddamn. He's very conservative, as wheird as that sounds and I fear another Zoran situation.

I am living a double life.

Put your ray gun to my head

Some people have a childlike playfulness.
Some people just don't know how to grow up.

I hate the real world. Its boring boring boring stress stress stress boring stress boring.

Its time for an adventure. I feel like I have a pretty awesome life, but lately, I really only feel stimulated by dreams. Dreams when I'm asleep that is. Not those things that you wish were true but are always really disappointing. I find more often than not that the things that make us truly happy are usually on a much smaller scale. And they don't disappoint.

For example, yes, I suppose graduating from some for of school would be a dream for me, since I'm not really all that into school. I would be happy if that happened. But yesterday, around 3ish, I got out of the shower, came into my room in my towel, and this is what I saw:

Todd sitting on the loveseat by the window, playing with Big P, and the entire room was filled with sunshine.

I don't even know what else to say. I really hope people notice and appreciate things like this too.

Keep your electric eye on me babe.

I don't know what to think anymore. I guess it doesn't really matter anyway. I can't doubt what I already know is happening.

I never thought I'd need so many people.

I've never been so touched. I couldn't speak even if I wanted to. But you don't need to know that. Maybe you'll figure it out one day.

I think we both know something we can't put into words. Or even thoughts.

We're fucked now, its just subconcious.