For the most part, today wasn't fantastic. It only outright sucked in the evening, so I suppose that isn't too bad.
I am thinking of starting anew, taking off some (or all) of the posts I have written since I changed the address, once again making this a public matter. Not that I have much to say, but I do enjoy writing; I may not know it, but I need it. Someone else doesn't have to read, I just need to write.
Anyways, it seems as though Valentine's day is indeed another day in the life. I woke up telling myself that very truth (for I really do believe it), and my suspicions were completely true. Our relationship may be teetering dangerously close to the edge right now (perhaps I'll take this post off as well), and for this reason today just felt... crappy. But who really needs the purple monkeys? They make for wonderful company, but shouldn't the one you love be worth a purple monkey any old day? Granted, that's when I got mine - but YOUR purple monkey; you should be given one more often.
I don't know. The only part of the day that made me feel special was the very end (when I also felt the worst). A phone call to someone back home cheered me up and got me laughing when I was already silently crying; a movie with a quiet roommate kept me on the up-and-up; and a surprise visit from a very busy friend made me feel perhaps the best I had all day.
I'll be honest - life isn't so fun right now. I've got a lot to worry about, and those worries aren't for nothing. I need to dwell on some things lest I never figure them out. I know I don't have it so bad; despite everything I've said and have been saying, I truly know this not only in the depths by on the surface as well. It's just overwhelming sometimes this feeling of hopelessness, this panicky disarray of careless apathy - yes, that made sense.
I have some really good friends, though, who ease their way into making me know I'm worth a something, and they do it best when they don't know I needed reassurance.
It's beautiful. It's long. It's Valentine's Day.
I am thinking of starting anew, taking off some (or all) of the posts I have written since I changed the address, once again making this a public matter. Not that I have much to say, but I do enjoy writing; I may not know it, but I need it. Someone else doesn't have to read, I just need to write.
Anyways, it seems as though Valentine's day is indeed another day in the life. I woke up telling myself that very truth (for I really do believe it), and my suspicions were completely true. Our relationship may be teetering dangerously close to the edge right now (perhaps I'll take this post off as well), and for this reason today just felt... crappy. But who really needs the purple monkeys? They make for wonderful company, but shouldn't the one you love be worth a purple monkey any old day? Granted, that's when I got mine - but YOUR purple monkey; you should be given one more often.
I don't know. The only part of the day that made me feel special was the very end (when I also felt the worst). A phone call to someone back home cheered me up and got me laughing when I was already silently crying; a movie with a quiet roommate kept me on the up-and-up; and a surprise visit from a very busy friend made me feel perhaps the best I had all day.
I'll be honest - life isn't so fun right now. I've got a lot to worry about, and those worries aren't for nothing. I need to dwell on some things lest I never figure them out. I know I don't have it so bad; despite everything I've said and have been saying, I truly know this not only in the depths by on the surface as well. It's just overwhelming sometimes this feeling of hopelessness, this panicky disarray of careless apathy - yes, that made sense.
I have some really good friends, though, who ease their way into making me know I'm worth a something, and they do it best when they don't know I needed reassurance.
It's beautiful. It's long. It's Valentine's Day.
1 comment:
ehh.
doesn't piss me off.
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