Last year I bought so many cards, all to be sent off to all my friends all over the world. Every address tracked down in time. Old phone books found in old suitcases, old emails searched and scanned for numbers once given.
I am empty...I have no christmas spirit...
2. Oh, don't bother with any uplifting stories of love...my brain does not recognize that word anymore.
3. Chop me up. Enjoy.
Chop me up - Justin timberlake
P.S: Feel free to send me booze for christmas!
6 comments:
hehehehe!!
ok, i know its not exactly the funniest of things, but i'm not going to be all, 'aww, come sing on my page and it'll be alright' cuz i know exactly what you're feeling. last year, Christmas was almost the most depressing time of the year.
the end of the year, and nothing to show for it, nothing hopeful to take into the next year, no light at the end of the tunnel... just shitty depression.
well, it didnt really pass, didnt really get better, didnt really anything. but someone offered to be the wall i propped myself up on while i crashed, burned, charred, and slowly started to try to rise from the ashes.
anyway. all i ask of you, for you, is to try. try to choose to be happy.
come to my page and join me in trying to make sure that i am happy this christmas (:p)
and if it rubs off, its all the better :)
you'll get chopped to pieces, then like claire (heroes), the pieces will find themselves drawn together again, slowly, painfully, but eventually...
have a very dreary Christmas ;)
What is the cause of your melancholy Waffy? Read your writeup from exactly a year ago, it will give you hope. Then read the one from the following day, it will make you smile, if not laugh, and give you a headache . . .
Booze fiend!
Yes, you know say na me! I write am, wetin you go do?
1. I guess it's OK if it doesnt feel like Xmas... it's an overrated season anyway... just an excuse for us to indulge in needless fantasies... chicken and rice and new clothes and inexplicable 'happiness'...
It's just another ordinary portion of an ordinary portion of time (a year)... I've never mastered that traditional Xmas excitement... what the hell?
2.
home:
is it where the heart is
or where the art is,
or merely where the mat is?
3.
you haven't yet said your HEART doesn't recognise 'that word' anymore... only your brain... :-)
Lol. Hmmmm, I feel you
Eya........
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