Listening to Radiohead, I had a moment of random insight again. It pretty much consists of this: I want to be happy. Life has been leading up to this moment. To today, saturday, the sxth of November. In a few short minutes, it will be sunday. This is how life goes, day by day. And yet, I find myself wondering... I don't know. I don't know what I'm wondering. I'm extremely tired and a million thoughts are burning thrugh my skull like battery acid. I'm typing whatever I feel like, so forgive me if I ramble.
Life has been leading up to today. But what exactly makes today so special? The present is over-rated. Tomorrow will be another day, life will continue, people will eat/live/sleep/talk/die. Just like today. The only thing that's different is the date and the people in it. But I suppose it's the people themselves that are significant. I don't know. Everything is fuzzy now. Hazy. Tired. I miss Leana. I keep feeling like I'm making her upset. I keep feeling like she doesn't like me anymore. I keep overanalyzing everything.
I just want to be happy. Michael 11-06-10, 11:47pm
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