2002-12-11
everything sounds the same
:The Streets:
there's a fine line between most opposites. nice people, mean people. day, nite, dreaming, life, thought, speach. all easy to cross. just a slip and you find yourself overboard.
im realizing that bruising myself with achievment is worthless. its never good enough, never what was wanted in the first place. retry, redo, remake. all for nothing really. always last place.
bringing up hopes is sheer luck. everyone seems to be lacking motivation, including myself.
but its reasurring to know that everything will be the same when i return. may not be what i want, or dream of. but still, the comfort comes from routine. if one thing changes, i need it all to change.
be brave. clench fists.
lunaadored at 10:24 p.m.