Are people who strive to find meaning in everything and take away some sort of sense of appreciation for every little thing destined to tangle themselves up in a never ending torment of over analysis and manic thinking? Who's to say whether or not you're able to recognize it or that you are not grown enough to understand it? I find that sometimes you just have to distract yourself, whether it be productive or not, just so that you do not wear yourself thin from building up your reality based off of a wild imagination that has the tendency to fear the worst.
Today I played some guitar, a little bit of improv/song writing and then going though some old songs I wrote. I would say that music is absolutely necessary in my life. I believe very much in the positive effects of live acoustics on the human psyche. I once played a girl to sleep in a bed four feet high. It was picturesque because my life attempts to imitate art. That's the day that we skipped class and it began to snow.
Today is Wednesday, hump day. I once saw a kid who wore a "it's humpday" shirt when it was actually Wednesday. It was obviously meant to be understood as an innuendo, some sort of shit from hollister or something. I thought it was pretty stupid.
Sometimes I don't understand why I worry about how time passes because it does anyway. It just keeps going. Sometimes I worry for minutes, one after the other, wondering whether or not you're thinking about me. Time feels infinite in my room, which is where I stay most of the time. I think about when it will start to get really cold, and I'll sit in my bed with all my clothes on and wonder why I haven't taken them off in days. Human beings need to be naked sometimes. Not just to bathe, and not just for sex, sometimes you just have to walk around naked.
SOMETIMES YOU JUST GOTTA WRITE IN A BLOG
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