weekend

i dont why these things ever end i sometimes wish it was that summer again.


Last weekend was an extended day which started on friday morning and ended on sunday night.
clubs are strange places. the strobe and lights whose only purpose are to punctuate the concealing darkness.
the numbing alcohol, the seething mass of swaying plastic beauty. strangers faces which bleed into each other and become one. you leave your emotional baggage in the lockers and pick it up your inebriated way out , finding it slightly heavier.

theres just something about day to day living that is so deftly skilled at crushing sensitivity. i could feel happy or sad, but after watching televisioni feel numb and blank.

i could never suffer the company of the shallow , but everyone seems to become hollowed out eventually.


i miss her so