Happy days will drown the pain
I reckon Louis is similar to me. We were watching Live 8 tonight and whereas I envied the people in the crowd, Louis thought a lot of the songs sucked.
We have a lot of similarities in personality. He also likes his own space and his own routine. He still lives at home despite going to university.
The difference between us however is that he loves that lifestyle and it suits him down to the ground. I’m not quite as enamoured with it.
Saying that, I expect one of these days I will ring him up but he will be too busy with his new girlfriend. That’s how these things go.
As Paul McCartney performed the long and winding road couples in the audience were swaying and I felt an intense envy throughout my soul. I keep having visions every now and then of a busy place, a town or city, and on the deserted outskirts of this place, a dusty road leads away to the horizon and on this dusty road is a sign. This sign is either a bus stop or some kind of alert post and leaning against this post is a figure by himself in this vast wasteland.
I really feel as though I am that figure. I keep looking back towards the city with jealousy and self pity. I keep wondering why there isn’t any bus travelling my way that can take me to this city. And I keep wondering how the hell I ended up here.
It’s just an image though.
The part of me wanting to do social work training from September is the part of me that does not want lounge about in self pity, but instead wants to have a more positive outlet.
I get so over-faced because I just feel like no-one will ever care about me outside my family and it scares me to death. I don’t need to know tons and tons of people but I would just really like to be able to see someone on a night who I didn’t have to say a word to and I could just get an affectionate hug off. I’d like to wake up in the morning and give someone a kiss to remind myself why I’m getting up.
But mostly I just want someone to live life with. Someone I can be passionate with, someone I can have memories have….someone who will care about me.
Gee I dunno, where is this ride going next?
We have a lot of similarities in personality. He also likes his own space and his own routine. He still lives at home despite going to university.
The difference between us however is that he loves that lifestyle and it suits him down to the ground. I’m not quite as enamoured with it.
Saying that, I expect one of these days I will ring him up but he will be too busy with his new girlfriend. That’s how these things go.
As Paul McCartney performed the long and winding road couples in the audience were swaying and I felt an intense envy throughout my soul. I keep having visions every now and then of a busy place, a town or city, and on the deserted outskirts of this place, a dusty road leads away to the horizon and on this dusty road is a sign. This sign is either a bus stop or some kind of alert post and leaning against this post is a figure by himself in this vast wasteland.
I really feel as though I am that figure. I keep looking back towards the city with jealousy and self pity. I keep wondering why there isn’t any bus travelling my way that can take me to this city. And I keep wondering how the hell I ended up here.
It’s just an image though.
The part of me wanting to do social work training from September is the part of me that does not want lounge about in self pity, but instead wants to have a more positive outlet.
I get so over-faced because I just feel like no-one will ever care about me outside my family and it scares me to death. I don’t need to know tons and tons of people but I would just really like to be able to see someone on a night who I didn’t have to say a word to and I could just get an affectionate hug off. I’d like to wake up in the morning and give someone a kiss to remind myself why I’m getting up.
But mostly I just want someone to live life with. Someone I can be passionate with, someone I can have memories have….someone who will care about me.
Gee I dunno, where is this ride going next?
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