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The Journal of Angel J McRae I'm sure I've made up a new word somewhere
06/21/2005 07:30 a.m.
I don't really have anything to say...no thoughtfull quotes or random whims of intelligent blabbing.
So..I've made another boy mistake, it seems I'm so familiar with this that I seem to go into a cruise control mode when it happens. I hate predicting these fallouts though, I just wish I could be wrong about someone for a change.
Maybe I can use this extra energy to do some productive...............................................................................................nope.
I promise myself I'll be more cautious, eventually, whenever life decides to slow down I'll slow down with it. It just all seems to be warp speed and so not going anywhere important these days.
Summer is filled with work, sleepless nights, 2 am binges of blahness, and some deep seeded wanting and yearning for something more; something that I can't seem to make come myself.
I wanna be independent, free from these shackles of reliance.
I should sleep, and let the dreams devour me whole tonight I am currently Helpless
I am listening to "The Blower's Daughter" -Damien Rice
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