My mind has been elsewhere
In a pool full of muck
‘tween a world with too many cares
And not really giving a fuck
And they say it’ll be alright
Though the road is really rough
Do you really know what it’s like, tho?
Cos by now, I’ve had enough.

It’s one of those things that you want to tell people about because you could use their support. Then it’s not because you don’t want attention and talking about it at certain times is the last thing you want to do. But it would be nice to have someone to just sit there in silence with you. And then again it would be nice to be alone. So, what do you do?

another day in the life of this dumbass

  • <b> </b> *pulling up to the parking structure at USC, under the impression that I still have a reservation # to park*<p><b>Me:</b> can I give you my number?<p><b>Worker (male):</b> um....I didn't know it was that easy these days...<p><b>Me:</b> oh gawd. I meant reservation id. Id number! To park here. Not MY number.<p><b>Worker:</b> right...<p>
  • You. What the hell was that?
  • I have it under control.
  • I'd hate to see you out of control.


It depends on me
Whether I’d like to be free
If I want to begin to see
If I’d like to be
All that you’ve wanted for me
It all depends on me
Taking a step
And beginning to believe
You are my lead
And you are my guide
Taking a step
Knowing you are by my side
And though I walk through the valley
In the meadows of the dark
And though my feet may fail
You are the way
I need believe and only trust
And it all depends on me
And may i see when I am blind
And hear when I am lost
May I seek when I lose trust
For I will find you, time after time

And I see you’re getting ready to walk out of my life, isn’t that great?
I guess we both knew this day would come, it must be fate.

…how could you describe a hill and snow to someone who had never felt height or wind or that feathery, magical cold?

The Giver