not much of this makes sense to me
I just want to tell everyone that is all depressed and has the winter blahs that they really are awesome. I mean, hell, if you're reading this I think you're cool enough to be on my friends list (which actually outnumbers my friend-of list by far!) and if that's not a compliment, what is?
And as shitty as I feel right now, I honestly do know that it's gonna get better
For the same reason it's gonna be better for all of you
I mean, I'm sixteen! (And most of y'all are arouuuund the same age, I think)
Of course your life can get shitty when you're sixteen because most people you're around are sixteen too and when you're sixteen you're the most important person in the world and when you get a whole bunch of the most important people in the world together, things sort of explode and melt and the fallout is usually pretty toxic.
But it's gonna get better. I mean, sure when we leave high school, we'll no longer be around the most important people in the world, but I'd like to think that maybe there are people equally as awesome as everyone I know right now. It's hard to imagine a world where saying you're gonna drive through the heights at night doesn't evoke a generally racist image of gang fights and prostitution or one where 'soda' comes out of taps instead of pop or one where everyone you know doesn't live a stone's throw away from Giles Road.
But change is a good thing. A lot of us (sadly enough, I include msyelf in this demographic) can't wait to get out of this dump... er... town. And some of us (I think) plan on sticking around. Either way, the times they are a-changin' and the first one now will later be last. In short: if things are going shitty for you right now, they're gonna get better! I promise! I swear!
I posted a while ago about how I can think of a million terrible things about everyone I know. Well, you know what! I CAN THINK OF SO MANY MORE GOOD THINGS. And no matter how many people I 'dislike' (I can really only think of two people, most of you probably know who they are. No names.) I really can think of so many terrific things about people and it's mind boggling to see so many awesome people so depressed when there are so many good things about this world.
Sure there are birth defects and child abuse and FST homework and lung cancer and friends that die a week after their sixteenth birthday and all the autopsies come back inconclusive. But then there's those moments when you think of something hilarious that happened a billion years ago but you just start laughing uncontrollably and no one can figure out why, there's The Arcade Fire, there's opening those damn Date Match results and finding out everyone you know is an 85% match with Big Will, there's watching Mr. Hankinson use the little drinking fountain, there's the night before your essay is due and your whole class is AIMing their thesis to each other, there's Emily Grabinski's enigmatic laugh, there's the fact that several people I know actually listen to Hardcore music (so terrible that it's hilarious!). I could go on.
Not much of this makes sense to me
The river leaves run cold and dry
But it keeps me from swingin' tree to tree
And sometimes I'm too scared to even try
Hashing through the possibilities
They seem as endless as the sky
You seek the truth and the quiet breeze
But the air is too thin to reply
Well I know that's where I'll never be
Because I can see the summer's done
I try to let the river flow in and out of me
And pray I float the way I think I want
And pray I float at all
Distant notions of subtle residue
Cling to minds from our past
Tell us what is what and who makes who
But time's events move us too fast
Simple sentiments whisked away by anxious steel wool
Struggling to content ourselves with what we think best
That what makes happy of which we seem never full
Is actually more than plenty
Though it is already possessed
Well I know that's where I'll never be
Because I can see the summer's done
I try to let the river flow in and out of me
And pray I float the way I think I want
And pray I float at all
Not much of this makes sense to me
The river leaves run cold and dry
But it keeps me from swingin' tree to tree
And sometimes I'm too scared to even try
Utter confusion feigns clarity
Scattered delusion excuses destiny
It's never exactly how it appears to be
It’s too much for any of us who even try to see
Well I know that's where I'll never be
Because I can see the summer's done
I try to let the river flow in and out of me
And pray I float the way I think I want
And pray I float at all.
Apologies to the 4897597397973297597 different sources (friends' myspaces, search engines, etc.) I stole those from.
And as shitty as I feel right now, I honestly do know that it's gonna get better
For the same reason it's gonna be better for all of you
I mean, I'm sixteen! (And most of y'all are arouuuund the same age, I think)
Of course your life can get shitty when you're sixteen because most people you're around are sixteen too and when you're sixteen you're the most important person in the world and when you get a whole bunch of the most important people in the world together, things sort of explode and melt and the fallout is usually pretty toxic.
But it's gonna get better. I mean, sure when we leave high school, we'll no longer be around the most important people in the world, but I'd like to think that maybe there are people equally as awesome as everyone I know right now. It's hard to imagine a world where saying you're gonna drive through the heights at night doesn't evoke a generally racist image of gang fights and prostitution or one where 'soda' comes out of taps instead of pop or one where everyone you know doesn't live a stone's throw away from Giles Road.
But change is a good thing. A lot of us (sadly enough, I include msyelf in this demographic) can't wait to get out of this dump... er... town. And some of us (I think) plan on sticking around. Either way, the times they are a-changin' and the first one now will later be last. In short: if things are going shitty for you right now, they're gonna get better! I promise! I swear!
I posted a while ago about how I can think of a million terrible things about everyone I know. Well, you know what! I CAN THINK OF SO MANY MORE GOOD THINGS. And no matter how many people I 'dislike' (I can really only think of two people, most of you probably know who they are. No names.) I really can think of so many terrific things about people and it's mind boggling to see so many awesome people so depressed when there are so many good things about this world.
Sure there are birth defects and child abuse and FST homework and lung cancer and friends that die a week after their sixteenth birthday and all the autopsies come back inconclusive. But then there's those moments when you think of something hilarious that happened a billion years ago but you just start laughing uncontrollably and no one can figure out why, there's The Arcade Fire, there's opening those damn Date Match results and finding out everyone you know is an 85% match with Big Will, there's watching Mr. Hankinson use the little drinking fountain, there's the night before your essay is due and your whole class is AIMing their thesis to each other, there's Emily Grabinski's enigmatic laugh, there's the fact that several people I know actually listen to Hardcore music (so terrible that it's hilarious!). I could go on.
Not much of this makes sense to me
The river leaves run cold and dry
But it keeps me from swingin' tree to tree
And sometimes I'm too scared to even try
Hashing through the possibilities
They seem as endless as the sky
You seek the truth and the quiet breeze
But the air is too thin to reply
Well I know that's where I'll never be
Because I can see the summer's done
I try to let the river flow in and out of me
And pray I float the way I think I want
And pray I float at all
Distant notions of subtle residue
Cling to minds from our past
Tell us what is what and who makes who
But time's events move us too fast
Simple sentiments whisked away by anxious steel wool
Struggling to content ourselves with what we think best
That what makes happy of which we seem never full
Is actually more than plenty
Though it is already possessed
Well I know that's where I'll never be
Because I can see the summer's done
I try to let the river flow in and out of me
And pray I float the way I think I want
And pray I float at all
Not much of this makes sense to me
The river leaves run cold and dry
But it keeps me from swingin' tree to tree
And sometimes I'm too scared to even try
Utter confusion feigns clarity
Scattered delusion excuses destiny
It's never exactly how it appears to be
It’s too much for any of us who even try to see
Well I know that's where I'll never be
Because I can see the summer's done
I try to let the river flow in and out of me
And pray I float the way I think I want
And pray I float at all.
Apologies to the 4897597397973297597 different sources (friends' myspaces, search engines, etc.) I stole those from.