Just how long before this goes down?
Bits & Pieces
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Trackspin: Incubus - Make A Move.
I think I'm sick. Feeling giddy and nauseous yet again. But most of all, I think I'm just getting to be sick of all this that's been going on. I'm honestly tired and sick of it all. Tired beyond just working out in the gym and all.
Tonight, I sleep with a heavy heart. When I wake, I should feel better, because it'll be missing by then, hopefully. Because hopefully, I wake without a heart which could hurt any longer.
I'm honestly flushing my life down this sewage pipe but ah, fuck, who cares anymore, right? Nobody does. Because I'm that damn sure of it. I need time. But time waits for no man.
Years for the last one, how long more for this..?
I just restrung Nimis with flatwounds. Feels a little bit weird playing with flats instead of rounds but yeah, maybe it's an acquired taste. Sounds very mellow too. Maybe it's something which will make me fall in love with playing bass again, considering how jaded I feel right now. Maybe giving it all up isn't a good idea. Maybe.
It's four fucking thirty in the morning now. About another dozen hours before I get in to start my shift "tonight" again. I feel terrible but I guess my job's still my job afterall. I need an outlet. Gym again this shifts.
I guess it's just a matter of time, judging by how close things are. I wish you all the best, and I wish for me to have an easier time letting go of what's already the past to you. You said talking to me seems like talking to a stranger now. Now. But for me, maybe talking to a stranger happened quite a while ago.
Oh, anyway, I want my titanium ring back, if at all possible. It's just something I've missed sorely.
Time for me to rest my head. It hurts. Both meanings in that last statement are true.
got around to thinking @ 4:19 AM
I think I'm sick. Feeling giddy and nauseous yet again. But most of all, I think I'm just getting to be sick of all this that's been going on. I'm honestly tired and sick of it all. Tired beyond just working out in the gym and all.
Tonight, I sleep with a heavy heart. When I wake, I should feel better, because it'll be missing by then, hopefully. Because hopefully, I wake without a heart which could hurt any longer.
I'm honestly flushing my life down this sewage pipe but ah, fuck, who cares anymore, right? Nobody does. Because I'm that damn sure of it. I need time. But time waits for no man.
Years for the last one, how long more for this..?
I just restrung Nimis with flatwounds. Feels a little bit weird playing with flats instead of rounds but yeah, maybe it's an acquired taste. Sounds very mellow too. Maybe it's something which will make me fall in love with playing bass again, considering how jaded I feel right now. Maybe giving it all up isn't a good idea. Maybe.
It's four fucking thirty in the morning now. About another dozen hours before I get in to start my shift "tonight" again. I feel terrible but I guess my job's still my job afterall. I need an outlet. Gym again this shifts.
I guess it's just a matter of time, judging by how close things are. I wish you all the best, and I wish for me to have an easier time letting go of what's already the past to you. You said talking to me seems like talking to a stranger now. Now. But for me, maybe talking to a stranger happened quite a while ago.
Oh, anyway, I want my titanium ring back, if at all possible. It's just something I've missed sorely.
Time for me to rest my head. It hurts. Both meanings in that last statement are true.
got around to thinking @ 4:19 AM
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