I haven't posted for a while, couldn't think of much to put.
Because all I can think of stuff just nothing to really write about, feelings that change and pass and morph depending on lots of things, like the time, how much sleep I've had and so on.
But mainly that feeling that I can't see that point where I do something other than this.
College ,home ,eat, homwork, tv, sleep, eat college and so on .
and the advice that I get from people who don't quite get it.
It , being lost. Well not lost maybe just stuck in the familiar and not being able to find that turning point that everyone else seems to get when they have clarity and they know where they are going.
They are happy for however long.
I sit and I read all the stuff people write about there lives and even the blogs I can empathise with , they all have a happy note. Something they like even if they are un-sure if it will last, or change. But they are happy with it.
I don't have that anymore, I told myself I don't need it. Even though I know deep down I do. But it doesn't matter because I can't get it anywhere. So I Hide in food and make my mum tut and shake her head and wait. For something , maybe when I'm 18 though most likely not.
Anyway I'd say this is happier it's not really though but it made me smile because it reminds me of the past. It makes me wonder how many people feel this and can remember a time when they did this or felt this. Enjoy, I did. In fact it has been on repeat since I started this.
Six Degrees Of Separation-The script
You've read the books,
You've watched the shows,
What's the best way no one knows, yeah,
Meditate, get hypnotized.
Anything to take from your mind.
But it won't go, ohhhh ohhh
You're doing all these things out of desperation,
Ohhh ohhh,
You're going through six degrees of separation.
You hit the drink, you take a toke
Watch the past go up in smoke.
Fake a smile, yeah, lie and say that,
You're better now than ever, and your life's okay
When it's not. No.
You're doing all these things out of desperation,
Ohhh ohhh,
You're going through six degrees of separation.
First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little
(Oh no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself)
(No no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself)
You tell your friends, yeah, strangers too,
Anyone who'll throw an arm around you, yeahTarot cards
Gems and stones,
Believing all that shit is gonna heal your soul.
Well it's not, no, wohhhh
You're only doing things out of desperation,
Ohhh ohhh,
You're goin' through six degrees of separation.
First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little
No there's no starting over,
Without finding closure, you'd take them back,
No hesitation,
That's when you know you've reached the sixth degree of separation
And now psychology awaits
Because all I can think of stuff just nothing to really write about, feelings that change and pass and morph depending on lots of things, like the time, how much sleep I've had and so on.
But mainly that feeling that I can't see that point where I do something other than this.
College ,home ,eat, homwork, tv, sleep, eat college and so on .
and the advice that I get from people who don't quite get it.
It , being lost. Well not lost maybe just stuck in the familiar and not being able to find that turning point that everyone else seems to get when they have clarity and they know where they are going.
They are happy for however long.
I sit and I read all the stuff people write about there lives and even the blogs I can empathise with , they all have a happy note. Something they like even if they are un-sure if it will last, or change. But they are happy with it.
I don't have that anymore, I told myself I don't need it. Even though I know deep down I do. But it doesn't matter because I can't get it anywhere. So I Hide in food and make my mum tut and shake her head and wait. For something , maybe when I'm 18 though most likely not.
Anyway I'd say this is happier it's not really though but it made me smile because it reminds me of the past. It makes me wonder how many people feel this and can remember a time when they did this or felt this. Enjoy, I did. In fact it has been on repeat since I started this.
Six Degrees Of Separation-The script
You've read the books,
You've watched the shows,
What's the best way no one knows, yeah,
Meditate, get hypnotized.
Anything to take from your mind.
But it won't go, ohhhh ohhh
You're doing all these things out of desperation,
Ohhh ohhh,
You're going through six degrees of separation.
You hit the drink, you take a toke
Watch the past go up in smoke.
Fake a smile, yeah, lie and say that,
You're better now than ever, and your life's okay
When it's not. No.
You're doing all these things out of desperation,
Ohhh ohhh,
You're going through six degrees of separation.
First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little
(Oh no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself)
(No no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself)
You tell your friends, yeah, strangers too,
Anyone who'll throw an arm around you, yeahTarot cards
Gems and stones,
Believing all that shit is gonna heal your soul.
Well it's not, no, wohhhh
You're only doing things out of desperation,
Ohhh ohhh,
You're goin' through six degrees of separation.
First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little
No there's no starting over,
Without finding closure, you'd take them back,
No hesitation,
That's when you know you've reached the sixth degree of separation
And now psychology awaits
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