April 23rd, 2009 • 20:04
Emo Time.
Take out or dine in?
It is a very strange feeling that my life fits into neat little boxes that can be stacked three high in the back of a moving truck. They call be labeled by room and content and arranged nicely into groups of similar themes. Then picked up by myself and friends(?) and transported anywhere I want. Then reopened, unpacked, and reinstated into my life. Yet I don’t know what the fuck I am doing/have done with my life for 27 years. No boxes, no tags, no order, no service. Maybe I just need to change the iTunes playlist.
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Apr 27th 2009 • 15:04
by Fredo
In all seriousness, I got a bit misty.
May 12th 2009 • 23:05
by jaime
hit shuffle. it’s better without a plan.
at least you’re thinking about it. change will come. it’s the only inevitability.
xo