i cleaned out my car and discovered 12 long lost lighters, including my neon green one with the scorpion. too much has happened lately, no one is around for me to tell. too much is happening to the people that are not around as well, and i am not around to hear. its as if everyone i love is contained in a clear vacuum and we can see each other and wave and let each other know if we are happy or sad with extreme exaggerations of smiles or tears, but we cannot sit and hold each other's hands and say it will be fine, that life goes on, it plummets forward, and the sky continues its daily changes and that the laughter will come back.
'fucking sucks' is the appropriate term.
received your letter! attempting to fix my car! finals in a week! can't wait to visit! i feel fat!
brad sent a weird text! a new strange person might be in love with me! etc!
shouts concealing murmurs.
i will put it in a letter, i promise.
butttt... I CLEANED MY CAR!
i hung out with brad last weekend (with rob, also) and he drank too much too quickly, and threw up everywhere and got kicked out of the bar. then later apologized. the point is - im wondering when your text was sent.
ReplyDeleteand there are so many things. but ill just sit on them, for now.