Music: Mr. Brightside- The Killers
Mood: De-press-ed.
Yeah, nothing much to report on today. It was the weekend, barren and empty. It was not filled with trips with new-found friends, no bouts of newfound laughter, nothing. I'm getting used to keeping my mouth shut.
That tells you about how much socializing I've done. Zippo. I'm not really corncerned with it, in my mind. But this primal, human urge for company is unbearable. It could very well be the bane of my existance. People've tried talking to me, yes, but I think they may have enjoyed my company then I theirs. They are just not the same. Not what I'm looking for.
I'm still a foreign body within the school. I am different in a... different way. If that makes any sence at all, you'll understand. Its not easy to explain and, if I could, I would probably be named one of the most fabulous literary minds of my generation, which is not happening anytime soon.
Yes. It seems moving is a bigger change then I had expected. My parents grow tiresome, my grandmother has become annoying, and the sound of my own voice is a luxury.
In other news, Happy Thanksgiving to us USA-ers!
 NaHeil · Mon Nov 22, 2004 @ 03:38am · 3 Comments |
