A mans arms, A shit day, An unstable mind.
More justification from this piece of shit day :)
I feel like sleeping in someones arms, a mans arms. A mans arms are strong, inpenetrable. I’m a guy, just a normal guy, no big man. Fragility is quite frequent, mentally and physcially. But i guess i make up for the excessive facial hair growth. But no, mans arms are comforting, father-like, protective, your worries disappear. They say things come at the time when you really need them. Could this be why my best friend is coming friday night. So I have support? So my worries disappear from a simple hug. I can’t be as simple and dreamlike as that.
When I can be expected to have stability of mind.
Jeez I can whinge.
I’m in the sort of state of mind as last year. The sort of state where you know fun exist and its out there. But you have no chance of doing anything fun and exciting. Because you have responsibility, career, and work.
10 Minutes. I need music, but this school is restricting. Music is a big part of peoples worlds. An extremely huge part of mine. Not one day goes past where I don’t listen to music. Its a habit, a hobbie, and a emphasiser for life. There would hardly be any happiness without the music of the world. Varied and perfect. Just as the world should be. I guess if one thing is perfect, nothing else should be. It’s only earth right?
I wonder how much writing I would have if i combined my complete, compendium of writing. All of the grade 8’s 9’s and 10’s. As wild as the wild. A return to the primitive. Solid proof that we probably are evolved from apes. Who knows. I don’t. I don’t really care.
I have toothpaste stuck to my shirt :(
20mins left…..i’ve written for half an hour. I’m sitting on the end computer, at the end of the row of computers. The table bends into a corner, giving me clear few of the wonky, out of place raised and lowered monitors. Such distortion. It reminds me of people, blind people. Ones benign to the world. Not one looking at eachother.
Everytime i look at the trees, I think of Victoria. Close friendly towns reduced to nothing but ghost villages, plains of the necropolis. The poor people are in a unimaginable state. My problems are minute to it. If I had money, and freedom. I’d wanna be down there helping them.
31 million. Red cross alone. Now thats amazing stuff.
People are so confident. Like they know what they’re meant to do. I haven’t felt that feeling for a long time. It would be easier if someone hinted me something.
I guess i should finish of writing, this really killed the time, and i think i was in a worser state when i started. I mean, i could just read back and comment on how much of a depressive gimp i was.
looks back on writing
See, i was a depressive gimp. I’ll probably continue to be a depressive gimp for the rest of the day, until i get what i want.
SLEEEEEEP! Teachers are really pissing me off today, except one. The only one i really find cool. The one that understands kids. The ones that say they understand kids, never do. Its the ones that can relate to our lives. To treat us with respect, and understand that our excuses aren’t just because we’re lazy. Its because we’re in a different generation to you.
Its like traditionalist painters not accepting post-modernism. Snobby, uptight. Disrespectful, and judgemental.
They can go to hell. For now….before they go, they can take me home so I can go to FUCKING BED!
GOD DAMMIT!
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