Sunday, August 9, 2009

you sipped from the cup but you don't own up to anything

When I'm emotional, I like to listen to quiet emotional music and read other peoples emotional facebook notes. I like to start writing my own, but they just become long, sloppy, incoherent paragraphs of "oh poor, poor, me." I try to channel the simplicity of these other notes. I can feel the emotion in them, the anguish, the hurt, the whatever it is, even though its summed up in a few short words. But I don't know how to sum up my feelings in just the right combination of letters without seeming whiny and self-pitying. so i just sit at my computer and bitch about it. klafjldskfjlblech.

come home from camp already.

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