Sunday, April 21, 2002

I HATE SUNDAY NIGHTS

Then again, who doesn't? Well, I've got red, red wine in my system, so hell, I'll just say whatever I feel like. No, I'm not turning alcoholic here, although I took a tarot reading and drew the devil card as my significator (the card that represents me). Damn cards.

I hate not knowing what is going on. I'm tired of uncertainty, I'm tired of the games and the drama.
If I didn't have school, if I DID have a car, I'd drive away from here right now I think.

I wish things weren't the way they were.
I wish I had more time to think; I wish I had less to think about.
I wish I knew what was going on right now; I wish I didn't care (I've tried so hard).
I wish Dave would talk to me; I wish I could talk to him without being angry for my own reasons.
I wish that I could wake up tomorrow and there would be a summary of the next decade or so, so that I might have some hope for life hereafter.
I wish I had more time to spend with Nick and Alice; I wish I didn't fall in love with people who can't love me.
I wish love was a switch you could flick, a branch you could prune, a connection you could cut.

But if wishes were ponies, we'd be knee deep in shit, they say.

I'll keep reusing my AIM quotes . . .why the heck not. This one is dedicated to more than just me, but mainly me.

Loneliness has its good side too
until the voices in your head start fucking with you.

--Dave Matthews Band, "Drive In, Drive Out"

Look at me dreaming of you
All I could hope is to have you
To have you walking with me
Laughing so in love, we two
Almost drunkenly
I did imbibe of this
Fantasy of you and me

Was I a fool to think?
The way you looked at me
I swear you did
But you looked away too quick
Was I a fool, was I a fool to think
That you would take me home
As if I was yours
Was I a fool to think at all?

--DMB, "Fool To Think"

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