For a pessimist I'm pretty optimistic

and now, history repeats itself.

and the same songs mean the same things
they stir up emotions i had not quite forgotten
i'm feeling the same anger, the same bitterness.
the same circumstances, the same losses.

how am i expected to put up with this twice?
honestly.
how does lightning strike in the same place twice?




and to think, i thought i had learned my lesson.
Ha.

this too shall pass.

they say you learn from your pain.
they say there's a reason for everything.
they say this too shall pass.

but what if you don't?
what if there isn't?
and what if it doesn't?



i need something, anything.
someone, anyone.

bob dylan was here.

i awoke this morning, in a terrible state. feelings from last night were never settled. confused, upset, lacking hope, and feeling abandoned, i reluctently got out of my bed. the first thing i see when my eyes hit the floor is a torn, mangled peice of paper with just three words on it...
(don't get your hopes up, this story is not a happy one)
in the bottom right-hand corner there, typed, were the words, "i'm not there."
this hit me. hard. especially considering i have no earthly idea where the paper came from. i had recently bought the soundtrack to the movie, i'm not there, but there was no way that paper was from the packaging. no way. i had not printed such a document. so the question remains, where did the painstakingly truthfull paper come from?
maybe i will never know.
but i think i prefer it that way.











and incase you were wondering, it was torn and crumpled thanks to my dog, willow...at least that seemed the logical explination.