..it's like I finally resurface from being enveloped by this sea...this shiny, colorful, turbulent, darkly glamorous sea that I so tightly wind myself in like a crab and see my life and society so clearly and bluntly-edged, so simply stated. I have several problems but there is one that won't seem to stop banging the insides of my head, so that it shatters; its remnants splattering from it, dripping into every zigzagging crevice in the shabby corners of my mind. But it's something so embarrassingly common, I feel like a prat making it seem like such a big deal. Because to me, it is. But to a logical outsider, I'm a silly little girl who needs to focus on books and studies instead of my personal celebrities. Because that's where my main problem lies..these celebrities who should really have nothing to do with me.
So I've come up for air. A breath of fresh air, only to find it tainted with the rotting stench of Reality. He is a bastard, that Reality. Why can't I bypass his odious embrace and hug my celebrity for real?
SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
1 comment:
yes it was(: it didn't work in my cd player in the jeep, but i did put it on my ipod.
it's a really good cd
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