05.09.06 - 2:45 pm

go ahead. glare. frown. grit those teeth.

we all do what we can.

so we can do just one more thing....

just pretend that pain you feel in your chest is really connected to the pain in your shoulder. pretend that fatigue youre feeling is from the vicodin. pretend that when you walk around campus you have but one purpose...to get to your destination. and everything else around you is unnecessary and useless. everything is repeated. all the words youve ever heard. everything youve ever been told. even the order of words you use have been used on someone else under similar circumstances. theres no originality. theres no fresh air to breathe.

one day though. itll hit you again, as it has in the past. grip you with purpose. to acheive the affections of a particular person who meets all of your requirements. if there was one, then theres more right? and if youve met several, then there must be hundreds right? and all the ones from before are only getting you closer and clsoewrjkhqwejkfaksjdhf. what the fuck is that? self inflicted propoganda? youre kidding yourself. and this is one of the worst incoherant rants ive ever read.

program yourself. pretend that youre still in that damn theater. there you go. sigh. hold all that air in your lungs. let it absorb all that shit that you think about and feel, and then just breathe it out.

stop being so caught up in things that are beyond you. take what you can grab. and grab it all.

and run.