I've been listening to Imogen Heap a lot more recently. It's really soothing, and soothing is definitely what I need currently in my life. It seems like finding a job is being a fruitless search.. But I'm still looking.. And I'm currently feeling rather heart-broken.. -sigh- Sometimes making the right decision is hard.
So I moved out, and honestly I feel shitty-er now more than ever. I really shouldn't be feeling crappy, but I am. I'm stressed to the max, and I feel so hollow. Things weren't suppose to be this way. I was suppose to be happy.. I'm really honestly trying to keep up a happy mood, but I feel so..hopeless now. It's completely backwards. I just don't understand it.
I'm just so tired, and have no strength. I need to sleep and look for another job later today. And do this crap all again,
Sometimes it feels like I'm living in a fiction novel, I'm here, but am I here?
I've tasted magic in between the pages of self destruction; I want to lie in the moss and dream crystalline dreams.. I want something simple, beautiful, primal. I'm just another human genome, Constantly changing in a sea of organic and un-organic material on a vast blue planet.. Barely visible throught the thousands of thin, webbed lines of electromagnetic pulses that make up thoughts. I'm forever in flux.
. M a n n e q u i n . Scar tissue has no character. It's not like skin. It doesn't show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It's like a slipcover. It shields and disguises what's beneath. That's why we grow it; we have something to hide. : + + + + + :