and when i say you sucked my brain out
the english translation
is i am in love with you
and it is no fun
last night even just leaving the room felt like an impossible task. i don't know what to say for myself when i start crying in the middle of the day. it's everything. it's the last eight years.
i see you and i'm so unsatisfied
right now i am listening to all the saddest songs by that woman musician. and that other woman musician. it is a time for quiet introspection. my insides feel so beat up.
how it is here is, like someone shook up our plastic dome. snow falling all the time. i wake to the sounds of tristram's machines but his bed is empty.
after midnight.
i don't want to go back home either. my dad says he's keeping busy with improv and writing, try to maybe tour a college circuit. he said "i have lots of free time now that my daughter's away" and that made me feel like crying. i worry so much that he's not happy. he keeps telling me the same speech about how he could've done more with his life. it freaks me out.
summer will be good. floating around everywhere in suitcases. i will never have to go home. and when i do i will not leave the house. make q. come to me and bake me things.
or i'll go out and have fun with everyone. everyone. watch camp or something. hear more high school stories. it won't hurt.
after that well you just got the bars
how do her little shoes dangle if shes walking around? i never got that.
you don't know how i am the one
the english translation
is i am in love with you
and it is no fun
last night even just leaving the room felt like an impossible task. i don't know what to say for myself when i start crying in the middle of the day. it's everything. it's the last eight years.
i see you and i'm so unsatisfied
right now i am listening to all the saddest songs by that woman musician. and that other woman musician. it is a time for quiet introspection. my insides feel so beat up.
how it is here is, like someone shook up our plastic dome. snow falling all the time. i wake to the sounds of tristram's machines but his bed is empty.
after midnight.
i don't want to go back home either. my dad says he's keeping busy with improv and writing, try to maybe tour a college circuit. he said "i have lots of free time now that my daughter's away" and that made me feel like crying. i worry so much that he's not happy. he keeps telling me the same speech about how he could've done more with his life. it freaks me out.
summer will be good. floating around everywhere in suitcases. i will never have to go home. and when i do i will not leave the house. make q. come to me and bake me things.
or i'll go out and have fun with everyone. everyone. watch camp or something. hear more high school stories. it won't hurt.
after that well you just got the bars
how do her little shoes dangle if shes walking around? i never got that.
you don't know how i am the one
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Happiness is only round then next bend.
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Our lives are becoming all of the same things in circles.
I love that Kate and Jane both bake for us. In so many ways are they the same person.
Other things I love include you, and the idea of myself naked and 80 feet tall. You can always talk to me about feeling depressed, I will worry but it will be okay. I will try stop thinking that you are doing thing you aren't or more of things that you are. I end up feeling silly every time.
[Edited on Mar 22, 2004 11:41AM]
[Edited on Mar 22, 2004 11:42AM]