May 9th, 2004

zissou

Most of the time my head is on straight...

Sometimes I wonder about my sanity. I've had a wonderful weekend so far. Friday night was spent having a great time hanging out with Meg. Tonight I hung out with Chrissy and just relaxed. I'm in an upbeat mood and nothing is wrong. So why do sad and depressed thoughts pass through my head? Why do I feel compelled to sit here and write miserable poetry and the like? Why can't I be content? I have my suspicions, but I don't want to give them the attention they want because that might make them true.

I'm a stupid boy. I've grown to accept it over the years. It doesn't even bother me, most of the time...
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