March 14th, 2005

pudding won't fill that hole but it'll h

I don't know what I've done, but it doesn't feel right...

Words fail me so often these days. Heather was teasing me last weekend because I'm almost unconciously a walking talking quote regurgitating machine. What comes out of my mouth, if not a quote from a song or a movie, could often be misconstrued as one. One day I may give up on communication altogether and just convey my thoughts and feelings through song. It'd be better than me being a jerk or at least purposely obtuse to keep people at an arms length. How do you go about telling the only people that you've let get close to you that the person they've known, to some extent, is a sham? I've gone to such lengths to keep myself from being hurt that it's only served to help ensure that I get hurt even more.

It's easier to leave than to be left behind...

In other news, I still feel like an evening of poker. The house is still at least a week (probably two) away from being ready for guests.
  • Current Music
    R.E.M. - The Outsiders