Friday, October 06, 2006

Theatre Is My Bag

Empathy bites. I know I shouldn't feel so rotten about this, but I do. He doesn't deserve to be treated like that, no one does. So how come he seems so happy, and I feel so lousy?

I should've known that nothing can ever work out the way I want it to. Here memory ends, and imagination begins. I shouldn't have acted that way, and I got my just desserts for it, I guess.

Self-reminder, ask about the concert.

What a pretty place. I can hardly believe it's over, for good.

Ever have one of those days where even though everything is as wonderfully perfect as it can possibly be expected or hoped to be, you still have this unfortunate sinking feeling that life sucks?

Everyone has secrets, so how come mine never stay that way?

Anyways, back to the daily grind,
Daydream Believer