||[Sep. 12th, 2005|05:39 pm]
burst bubbles by stormy raindrops, wait, they don't love you like i love you. my life is being hard, but you are something of a light at the end of the tunnel, what gets me through lectures; everyone is always lecturing me, it seems. my caves are fleeing me, being forced away, to maryland, slain by an alarm clock and the impossibility of never awaking from those late-afternoon naps, wrapped in warm sheets and books.. the type of nap that you leave the lamp on during, but close the blinds. "the type of day that you just sit and watch," right, Uncle Duke? let me take my anti-depressants, i completely crash and burn, just another addiction for me, anything to occupy my time, but i love my addictions more than this world, you can keep your money, i'll save words, i want all or nothing, no imbuhteens, no double-back cross-stitches, no no no, on off on, a discovered best friend, secret above the floorboards, the truth is, it makes me better than you and you and you, reader-excluded, of course, "and i feel just like Jesus's son," and i just don't know, but i can guess, jealous of the hair on your arms, i'm not so selfish, you just stripped me to my core, too early, too early, i want you all to myself, can you blame me? i'm feeling much better, though, and i love you, a million times, never enough, and over all, you make me happy. i think i'm just happy.
sad for being happy.