|Current mood:|| uncomfortable|
|Current music:||radiohead-my iron lung|
there are so many things i take for granted, and i dont say that because thanksgiving is a few days away. i say it because i'm helplessly lonely as a result of losing friendhips i took for granted. it seems i'm never happy with what i've been dealt and instead search ceaselessly for better things. that's what i get, i suppose.
it took me fifteen years to realize that sitting and watching, sitting and watching, sitting and watching, sitting, watching and waiting. it took me fifteen years to realize that that would get me absolutely nowhere and leave me lonely and cynical and even more aimless.
so what i want for my birthday is to actually be somebody instead of wishing i were.
that, or a really, really good book.