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March 19th
Thursday |
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Story in six words or less.
"For Sale: Baby's shoes, never worn."
- Ernest Hemingway
My attempts from 11pm like 4 nights ago (meaning, yes I know they suck)
"Waiting for love to never return"
"Fake love rises up, kills earth"
"Beauty loves, man takes, heart breaks"
"I am real, this is fake"
"Let it take me, not him"
Not really stories... but also, I am certainly not Ernest Hemingway. So, There's that.
In other news, whoever was commenting anonymously, I deleted it. I hate when people can't be honest. So... gone!
Bed now.
"The trick is, not to feel"
(just thought of that.)
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March 2nd
Monday |
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I do not know.
Not completely unsure, but still: I am not 100% clear.
There are days when I am so sure that I can do this. I feel free, and enlightened and like I have the world at my feet.
Then I second guess myself. Should I feel like that? Should it bother me that I am able to feel like that? Most of the time I can honestly say that I do not care. I am past the point of trying, it has been made very clear to me that it is not even worth trying.
I get angry and mad, but not upset any more. I knew that his selfish "I need space" act would only end up making me resent and hate him. It feels like I hate him. I feel like I resent him.
Every once in a while though I go and reach to put on a ring that isn't there. I go outside after it snows and half expect to see my car already cleared of the white stuff. Sometimes I'll pull into my driveway and think that there's an extra truck parked, waiting. I used to be upset when I didn't find these things, but now I just find myself very bitter. More of an "I knew it, coward can't even show his face" thought that pops into my head now instead of me feeling sorry for myself.
I guess there is a very fine line between love and hate... I am definitely tumbling over it.
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February 24th
Tuesday |
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I was wondering today as I was driving into work: "Why do I like The Kings of Leon so much?" I throw my iPod on "play all" when I highlight Kings Of Leon pretty much everyday (the exception being mostly when I drive Maggie and Sam and then it's Twilight or Mamma Mia!). I've decided that my indescribable affinity to the band is drawn from the same reasons that draw me to The Beatles. Above all, The Kings Of Leon have a diverse sound, and it isn't even album to album. Each album consists of songs that sound different from one another. I can get an even mix of blues, rock, pop-ish, soul, country, or even metal just by throwing on one album, you know? There isn't a distinguishable "sad", "happy", or "mad" feeling album... it's all a nice even mix over four cd's.
And the music is good! They don't even have that messy "you can tell this is their first album and they're new at this" sound on their first release. Their sounds are all good. No matter how jumbled Caleb's words come out, his voice rings out with the most soul, conveying any emotion he attempts to impress upon you. Maybe that's another reason I can listen constantly. Any emotion that Caleb portrays, I don't identify with. He can sing about pretty much whatever he wants, but I am not a country boy, boozer, who likes to sleep around with younger girls. Sure, there are a few songs that hit home, but nothing to stir me to the point of feeling any sort of strong emotion. I like it, because it doesn't remind me of anything. I can just sit back and enjoy the music.
( Read more... )
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