urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shexcanxread Oh, messy life. shexcanxread 2005-08-29T04:45:45Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shexcanxread:400 2005-08-29T04:45:45Z 2005-08-29T04:45:45Z I'm sitting here wearing a sweatshirt and shorts, eating a snowball and drinking soda, waiting to become famous. I'm thinking about what's ahead but really trying not to. I'm listening to Minus the Bear which always reminds me of high tide at the ocean, but it's obvious why. Always thinking about what comes next, never prepared. <br /><br />Feeling the same as I did this time last year. Come tomorrow, I'm gone. It's different this time. When I come back home, I don't think it will feel like home. I want to find people and I want to know the real story behind my old roommate's family situation. We're all sinners.<br /><br />I want to give comfort where comfort is due; I want to overcome whatever the hell it is that prevents me from feeling <i>comfort</i>able. I want to be able to accept compliments graciously and maybe become less modest. I want to be reunited? Or maybe resurrected. I want to know why we are all so goddamn selfish. I really want to know what's so hard to get over.<br /><br /><br /><br />And I want to be famous.