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honestly Something about being awake in the early morning and hung over the day after doing something you regret, it just makes life seem to dramatic. It's like when they change the hue and contrast of the film in a movie to give it that weird edge, the morning light sets things to a different tone and you just want to go back to sleep, but you're driving home because you passed out somewhere you shouldn't have, and whatever music is playing on the radio somehow always seems to fit the moment perfectly. Its just strange to look at people and know they are having normal days and that you are miles and miles from normal with a broken down car, smoking in the desert sunrise. I'm growing more and more tired of being altered. And I'm becoming more and more tired of lying. Sometimes I wonder if I'm capable of being honest, if even when I think I'm telling the truth I'm really lying. I just can't tell anymore. But its all so hilarious that I don't care. And then you finally reach your driveway, stumble into your house, lay down in your bed, and wake up into your dreams. ----- - - 6:32 p.m. , January 29, 2005 personal empowerment - 9:48 p.m. , January 12, 2005 jaksdf - 7:22 p.m. , December 19, 2004 the break up - 11:08 p.m. , December 16, 2004 fists of rage - 6:28 p.m. , December 13, 2004 |