Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Can't Stop Brand New

I keep playing "okay i believe but my tommy gun don't." and I must say: I THINK IN DECIMALS AND DOLLARS. And if you couldn't tell, I'm absolutely in love with screaming it out loud. then ask me what it's like to have my self so figured out. I feel like the whole situation I went through with Africa left me with my guts ripped out and I'm stuck trying to figure out how to put everything back together. She makes me think everything I believe in and how to live was wrong. It hurts to always be honest with the one that you love. Can't explain why but I just want to put it out there.

I bet I'd be feeling a shit ton better if I had more friends to hang out with and let time go by. This is the reason your alone. I know I'm not that bad or socially awkward. For my lady situation, I feel like I've given up on talking to girls for awhile. I just wanna believe. It's weird because I know most girls find me attractive, but I think I can't take another hit right now. My shields are down and power is set to full on thrusters. This is the craze only we can bestow, this is the price you pay for loss of control. I used to be so socially confident, now I'm flying low avoiding all conversations. We are entirely smooth, we admit to the truth, we are the best at what we do. Which is pretty fucking bad considering how i need to meet more people.

So when i do recover, option A: Risk another hit, waste more time if hit. option B: don't talk to girls make friends.

I'll choose option B. Oh my tongue is the only muscle in body that works harder than my heart. Fuck girls for right now. I feel it's like dealing with nitroglycerin like in that movie The Vertical Limit. And I'm sick of blowing my self up every time I try to work with it.

Note the intense gaze, it could really fuck you up if it wanted.

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