3 months to the day since the last post.
I think I need a shrink.
Not that those two statements are related.
I think I need a doctor, I feel sick.
Is that related? I don't know. Maybe it was the Pimms and the wine. Maybe it was the people. Too many and too few at the same time.
It sure as hell wasn't sentiment. That it's all over. And there are too few photographs. Maybe there were too few dinners, nights out, too little laughter.
Maybe it was just the wrong people.
Or to be more precise, the lack of the right people.
But then again, maybe the people were alright and it was just me. Who knows.
Some days are just dog days. Some days, life just doesn't work the way it's supposed to. Some days, you just can't win.
I hate those days.
All the good stuff has been sucked out, and I'm just left holding the glass. Rattling the ice cubes. Feeling a bit silly, and a bit sorry for myself. Ha. How did it come to this? This was not the plan.
I was supposed to be happy. That was the plan.
I was supposed to know what mattered. What really mattered.
Maybe this is just repressed misanthropy.
I have a headache.
I think I need a shrink.
Or maybe a few pills.
^
I think I need a shrink.
Not that those two statements are related.
I think I need a doctor, I feel sick.
Is that related? I don't know. Maybe it was the Pimms and the wine. Maybe it was the people. Too many and too few at the same time.
It sure as hell wasn't sentiment. That it's all over. And there are too few photographs. Maybe there were too few dinners, nights out, too little laughter.
Maybe it was just the wrong people.
Or to be more precise, the lack of the right people.
But then again, maybe the people were alright and it was just me. Who knows.
Some days are just dog days. Some days, life just doesn't work the way it's supposed to. Some days, you just can't win.
I hate those days.
All the good stuff has been sucked out, and I'm just left holding the glass. Rattling the ice cubes. Feeling a bit silly, and a bit sorry for myself. Ha. How did it come to this? This was not the plan.
I was supposed to be happy. That was the plan.
I was supposed to know what mattered. What really mattered.
Maybe this is just repressed misanthropy.
I have a headache.
I think I need a shrink.
Or maybe a few pills.
^
spouted by Non-Sensei at 6/19/2009 03:41:00 PM
3 Comments:
Koyaanisqatsi.
Where did NS go? why has that just-right amount of optimism, just-right amount of grounded-ness, just-right hint of depth, just-right drag of ciggie, just-right swill of thought, gone under this thick cloud of everyday drivel?
where did NS go?
@AC: that is such an apt word for right now.
@TDT: I too ask that very same question very often...no answers, it seems.
Word verification : yer hyd.
hmm. a sign?
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