| January 9, 2009 |
Some Haiku
There's something delicious in giving into peer pressure every once in a while. You dont know what exact realization the song book and side effects of alcohol might bring you. Tonight's gimik reduced me to smiling on my way home - again - with this on mind:
That I'm surrounded with incredibly beautiful, smart, thoughtful, and awesome people that I - for some retarded luck (dumb luck just wont suffice)- call friends. When it seems that I'm alone and unwanted, their mere company makes me feel otherwise and more.
And I dont know if Im ready to move forward and leave them behind just yet. I know I am going. But being with them on occassions like this makes it seem improbable, as do the things I wish for the most.
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