| | Not really. I feel like I'm turning into an old man in a cabin who doesn't care that your ball fell into my yard and threatens to shoot you if you step foot on my property. I wonder what it'd be like to live in seclusion. Living merely for the sake of getting through the day. And repeat. It must be rough.
I had a dream that should've made me overwhelmed with some sort of emotion but I found myself at a loss of words and clueless as to how I should react. Thinking back on it, it meant a lot to me, but while I was in that dream, I would've rather been somewhere else, anywhere else.
And I find this occurring more and more often in real life. Not as substantial for myself to be in tears or anything like that, but I think I'm forgetting how to socialize. There are more awkward silences with only dead end question after dead end question and the prolonged sense of being suffocated with leaden arms and legs that make it impossible to even attempt to survive. LOL talk about being dramatic.
My eyes seem so half-open, every action blatantly marked with languor, indolence. And the only time I bother to think more than a few steps is when I'm being cynical, trying to disprove the positive, or to simply put down a theory and claim my intelligence to be superior and other people idiotic. As a high school dropout, it's ironic, isn't it?
My goodness that dream is bugging me!
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| | Posted 2/12/2009 2:47 PM - 6 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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