Here I am updating... Why? I have no idea. Why do I bother? No one cares what I have to say because everyone is too wrapped up in themselves. Yes you are too. You are and everyone in your family are, and all your friends are. No one cares what YOU have to say, and no one cares what I have to say... Then again that isn't entirely true. Because I read my friends blogs and I like to think that I care. Am I the only one? Perhaps.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Cubicle Love
So much time we wasted away sitting in those ridiculous cramped cubicles. Not once did we dare trade them for something more practical and comfortable. Back when no matter what time you would text me I was reading, writing, or walking. Back when my morals and my heart weren't all fucked up from heart break and heart ache. Back when I didn't use the word fuck. I wouldn't dare write it down in my diary, never mind in a story to share with the world. Back when I loved you and you loved me but neither of us got up the nerve to say so, until it was too late. And now I am here, and you are there. Now no matter what time of day I text you, you are fucked up and high, and I am unhappy with where my life is, and where its headed. And I can't help but think that while my life is headed to nowhere special, your life is just headed nowhere. And I can't help wonder where our lives would be now if while sitting in a cramped cubicle I had uttered the words "I love you."
Friday, August 5, 2011
What Is This World Coming To?
What ever happened to the days when people would write their inner most personal feeling into a book instead of writing it on a blog for the world to see? I guess some people just like attention... Fuck you technological generation!
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