And how does that make you feel?

Built to Spill .carry the zero.

You can recognize the fact that people will always be a disappointment. Maybe that's something everyone knows. It's more wrenching to recognize the singular person who was the biggest disappointment out of all of the people who have disappointed you in your life. It's more than dislike or hatred, it's much deeper. I don't know even know that it has an ending or a bottom in which it could crash.

Some people don't feel guilty for being more than a mere disappointment or letdown, and they don't feel indebted to the person who views them that way. As if by feeling that way makes disappointment void and non-existent. The hardest thing to do is to validate another person's feelings when those feelings contradict and make uncomfortable the image you have made of yourself. For some, it's simply impossible.

I don't think I'm better than it or that I was higher and more dignified than what took place. It just ended up being painfully meaningless. It continues to be painfully meaningless on a nearly daily basis. That's all. Nothing more. "Do you remember when I wished you were dead? heh. That was funny."

All I want is to win.

"And you're so occupied with what other persons are occupied with and vice versa. And you've become what you thought was dumb. A fraction of the sum...I was trying to help but I guess I pushed too hard, now we can't even touch it."

The Microphones .i felt your shape.

Sometimes I feel like I have no friends. Sometimes I wish that I didn't have any so that I wouldn't have to wonder why I feel alone the way I do. Life seems to become a series of what we think things are and what they really are. What life sometimes comes down to is, we are everything we can't be honest about. 

And what everyone is trying to tell me is: Yes, it is possible that you ARE always wrong. 

"I thought I felt your shape but I was wrong. ... It was dumb to hold so tight."

Radiohead .gagging order.

Depression is just a word. It doesn't mean anything. Today I think, "I promise to always be mediocre." Every day I think, "I don't feel like living anymore." I don't know what it means to be dying except for in what it means to be living. I don't know what it means to be dead. I can't imagine it would be anything better or worse than life.

I get so angry with myself at times for feeling so ungrateful in life. There was this girl on tv who had two heartattacks by the age of 19. I spent this afternoon crying because I felt like a horrible human being. I am very good at being human. That's all. I don't think it takes work to be happy or sad. Emotions are effortless. I just...can't be happy sometimes. Lately I just want to give up for a while. 

"I know what you're thinking. But I'm not your property. ... Move along there's nothing left to see. Just a body, pouring down the street."

Where are we going and why are we all in a handbasket?

Yesterday I went to the DMV to finally legalize my car after a long month of driving around, paranoid I'd be pulled over. It never fails that the second I step into the DMV that I realize I'm starving. Not so fortunately, the DMV provides an overpriced junk food bar. So I purchased myself some chili cheese nachos that were generously doused in cheesy goodness promising an upset stomach later on. 

I took my nachos and purposefully sat across from two middle aged, slightly overweight men and pretty much forced them to watch me down my gooey, delicious nachos. One of them started chomping furiously on his gum and avoided looking at me at all costs. The other one crossed his arms and glared at me with intense hatred the entire time. I made it worse by moaning delightfully with each bite and noisely licking the excess chili cheese off of my fingertips. 

That being said, I think that people are generally evil at heart. 

idealism

they say...

...the first signs of leprosy occur on your eyelids and on the palms of your hands.

Some days, feels like sinking.

"...He jokes about having babies with other women and...I feel so small. Ours isn't even born yet. Or maybe he'll rub my stomach and look far away for just a second and I feel like we're a team. I feel like I can do anything with him, that I would do anything for him. And eventually I feel foolish and I feel like I should get an abortion, go home to live with my friend, go to school, and be alone."

Prelude, Vision, Conclude.

The cry can be truly substantial. Deafening. Immovable. Grieving. 

You were my feast, my patron of force,

The definer of love. 

You spoke to me the attentive language of immeasurable gesture. 

This is the meaning. The life. 

And as we flew over the mountains, I shifted my eyes to a certain point of view. Then the snow-crested mountaintops took movement until they transformed into monumental crests of waves and I pretended. I pretended we were flying over a great ocean that existed however many years before man. And it felt like magic. It felt like time travel. It's a different feeling, flying over water, than flying over land...like it would be okay to crash to the watery depths even when drowning has always been one of my greatest fears. I look out the window again, and my makeshift ocean grows more violent. And for the first time in my life, I fall in love with a large body of water. 

As such, I would devote my heart to the mythical.

Then I remember my first flight to Denver some years before. I was there on a short layover. It was night. I remember thinking how depressing and industrial it looked. Almost like a lit up little factory. I remember thinking about what you must be doing at that very moment. 

What I'm digging these past few days.

Of Montreal - "Nonpareil of Favor"

My lover, I've been donating time to review all the misinterpretations that define me and you. I'm thinking about you in my secret language because you're the only one who can help me take it easy. Now I'm happy in the head, knowing there ain't no sucker in the world that's a threat to us. But we've become material. It's like, hey, you were always there, just on the tip of my tongue. And I needed you to happen, yeah. And now that you've happened and it really, really, really came true, I feel like I ought to thank somebody. So I'm going to thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. So I'm calling your ass up at, like, three in the morning, saying, "Wake up, young dragon. Let's go get compromised. You'll be my little ally and you can huddle which way you choose." Now I'm so bugged out by your paradigm kisses. How I've acted out southern hemispherical. And the gods know, cracking my sweet love. I'm cracking my sweet love. I'm cracking my sweet love. I'm cracking my sweet love.

So here we are once again. I missed blogging. Things will be happening here. Thoughts, recommendations, loves, updates, etc. More to come...