May 13, 2004
Purgatory
There's a hurricane in my cup
Just like the one in my chest
Promised it wouldn't turn out like this
I used to look up when I made a wish
Promised that I wouldn't promise again
-River City High
My soul is gone. Completely. Totally. Gone.
School has sucked the life from me. But school is now done. Completely. Totally. Done.
I wanted to get drunk tonight, and forget about school and Plan and academia in general, but I was the DD when a group of us went to the wine bar, and now, unsurprisingly, Jen is sleeping, and calling me to bed in that silent way she always does.
Someday, soon, I hope to be able to write here again. By write, I mean write something substantial, as I seem to be dying under the weight of all I want to express right now. The good, the bad, the ugly, and the wonderful.
Life continues, and then, later, it stops. I've been reminded of this too much lately.
Posted by Sean at May 13, 2004 12:30 AM