Listening to: Deathcab for Cutie- A lack of color
Feeling: heartbroken
I don't think i realized how depressing this song is until just now. I've listened to it about a hundred times, and until tonight, it never made me cry. Its odd.
Today my mother informed me that i have to get a job.
Duh.
Thanks mom, for pointing out that i am poorer than you are. I have known that i am in desperate need of a job for quite some time now, but my lethargic disposition disables me from doing anything but sulk and eat oreos at the present time.
There is never a good time for bad things to happen.
I realize this is very dumb-sounding, and terribly obvious, but if you really think about it, its true. . . . er. . .something like that.
When something bad happens, you think to yourself how it would have been much better if it happened a week later, or a few days earlier. But it never does. It always happens at the worst times.
I think one of the worst things is having an unknowing friend ask about your problem. But not like "Hrm, what's your problem?"
No, its always more like a "Hrm, so did you TALK to your problem last night?"
-.-
"No, i didnt, but thank you for ruining my day, assjack."
Nothing can be resolved through lack of communication.
Strangely, all of these random thoughts make such wonderful sense in my head, and flowed beautifully into what would have been the most amazing words i have ever written.
But i have had much trouble conveying anything real onto paper (or screen, in this case) as of late, so this is the best its gonna get.
And thats all i have to say about that.
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