ode to skiing accidents involving men who wear ugly sweaters
Posted July 25, 2007
look at me. im so weary. eatings nothing more than a habit, but sleep is a sanctuary. you dont know whether im writing to you from a mansion or a street corner. it doesnt matter, the ground is still the same everywhere. we all have earth beneath our shoes, but yeah its all the same. day after day after day after day. life is so complicated in its simplicities. its so routine and its making me sick. im sick of being alice in the (false) hopes that something may happen but nothing really does. "are you ok?" seems to be the hardest question to answer anymore. give them an honest answer and they'll stage fake concern. do they care? THEY may tell themselves they do and and YOU may tell yourself they do, but they dont. its only to be polite. dont kid yourself. its an act, an illusion.
all the worlds a stage, after all
