Time is kind to no one
Yesterday marked a difficult 2 week anniversary. Time certainly flies when you're feeling like shit. Why is it that when you're in love 2 weeks flies by? If you even remember to look at a calendar you are shocked at how quickly you've passed all those hours. But these past two weeks have been long and hard and slooooow. And yet, in a way I can hardly believe they've added up into an official block of time. 2 weeks/14 days... that's how long you might go on a holiday or the number of shopping days before Christmas. A lot can change in this amount of time. Everything changes and nothing changes. It's kind of fucked up, isn't it?
Oh, what am I going on about, you don't ask? I don't know. I guess I thought if I wrote something I could stop time for a bit. Fat chance.
Oh, what am I going on about, you don't ask? I don't know. I guess I thought if I wrote something I could stop time for a bit. Fat chance.
posted by ... at 4:23 PM
3 Comments:
It's kinda hard to comment without really knowing what's wrong and for the same reason I'll skip any bullshit - cheer up or this too shall pass comments.
But, I thought I'd say hi if only so you know someone read what you wrote.
Cheers!
Justin
Chin up and all that. You made it 2 weeks! In sad time that's like 6 months.
I say we tip our glasses in celebration!
listen to BLOW, either poor aim love songs lp or paper television lp. may just get you in the mood for fun times positive self-love. maybe you can download it.
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