Xanga entry from 1/6/2006

teenagers are often fleshbags of insanity because the teenage years are when most people finally discover how fucked up the world really is. then they become adults. and as we all know, adults are fleshbags of insanity with proper training in hiding their insanity. in hopes of finding someone who shares the same secretive insanity, we wed one another. conflicting insanities lead to divorce or separation, which leads to more insanity. all the while, we lie to one another as much as we lie to ourselves. then we die, usually with people around us who know nothing of our secret insanities.

this glum summary of life seemingly says the only certainties in life are secrets, confusion-induced pain, and death.

everyone eventually leaves you one way or another. either by choice or death. so, fight the urge to get close, 'cause it'll all be gone soon enough. nothing lasts forever homies.

happy new year!

wasting my nice

i'm wasting my nice on you
it's rough, baby, but i know it's true

my lefts outweigh what's right
wishing you'd think of me tonight

here we are, you and me
i'm savoring every second
holding onto every hour
because you're all i want
but to you, i'm just me

i'm wasting my nice on you
it's rough, baby, but i know it's true

reset

how often do you feel the urge to reset?

start all over, and see if you'd do better the second time around?