Sunday, July 30, 2006
I am Jack's broken mouthpiece
Fuck fuck fuck fuck.....
FUCK.
Did I really say those things? Why will my mouth not listen to my head?
A conversation that should have been about ten minutes long, due to exhaustion from an 18 hour day, should not extend past that. Stupid things will be said, and important concepts will be fumbled, and basically, the feelings one will leave the conversation with will be awkward and embarrassed...and yet, one will be stupidly smiling at the promise of more conversations with that person anyways, no matter how they go. In fact, one might not even care where they go, just as long as they go. Destination = unimportant.
But fuck, I say stupid things sometimes. Enough that I walk around lamenting myself for about ten minutes afterwards anyways. I'm so awkward to talk to when I'm tired. Nothing clever this way comes. I need sleep. ¶ 11:44 PM
Fuck fuck fuck fuck.....FUCK.
Did I really say those things? Why will my mouth not listen to my head?
A conversation that should have been about ten minutes long, due to exhaustion from an 18 hour day, should not extend past that. Stupid things will be said, and important concepts will be fumbled, and basically, the feelings one will leave the conversation with will be awkward and embarrassed...and yet, one will be stupidly smiling at the promise of more conversations with that person anyways, no matter how they go. In fact, one might not even care where they go, just as long as they go. Destination = unimportant.
But fuck, I say stupid things sometimes. Enough that I walk around lamenting myself for about ten minutes afterwards anyways. I'm so awkward to talk to when I'm tired. Nothing clever this way comes. I need sleep. ¶ 11:44 PM
