face up

I'm in a groove now Or is it a rut I need some feedback But all the lines are cut I get so angry, but I keep my mouth shut And turn it up You get all squeezed up inside Like the days were carved in stone You get all wired up inside And it's bad to be alone

Mostly i feel pretty emptied out and hallow on Sundays, although, of course, this is not limited to Sunday's.

When i stick around myself too long things get off track. Don't ever give me too much time to do anything as I will simply regress.

also, - 30-something couples with thick-movie-like new york accents whom i lead in the wrong direction only to end up with an even potentially sketchier situation is probably not the worst thing one can do. when simple things turn incredibly backwards is my favourite game.

also, again, where is everybody? i feel i will be asking this til the end of time. i stand firm in a big fuck you to everyone who deserves it, and that's alot of people. that'll pass.

i suppose i should be happy that a) i dont have a dead husband, and b) that he didnt come back to kill a new boyfriend on my couch while i crept out to get groceries, and have to go through all the hassle of steam cleaning the damn couch. true story. friend of a friend of mine.

when will you LEARN? life is lone-ly.