something's gotta give.
why is it that it's after two thirty in the morning and i'm still carrying my cell phone around as if it might ring?
why is it that the entirety of my neck hurts?
why is it that things seem to fall apart all together, yet feel so very comfortable whilst doing so?
why is it that i can stay up forever reading and listening to music the way that i used to?
why is it that the people that you think you care about the most seem to be the ones who can cut you the deepest?
why is it that i've been unable to write during the daylight hours, but i feel as though i can go on forever at night?
why is it that you can hear a song that you haven't heard in at least a year, but once the first few chords work their way through you it feels as though you've been transported back to an exact moment in your memory?
why is it that a song can perfectly describe everything that has been happening in life for a time?
why is it that the key moments in one's life never really happen the way you'd wished they would?
why is it that saying all of this is making me want to cry, or at least go in my room and actually go to sleep?
just like everything else here... all i can do is suck it up and learn to live with it.
but something's gotta give somewhere.
anywhere.
Wednesday, Jul. 28, 2004 - 4:24 pm