ndslotesse's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bohemian Rhapsody Dear Diary, "Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? 'Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality. Open your eyes, you will come to skies and see." ~Queen, Bohemian Rapshody. Who cannot love this song? Sad. It's one of the few songs that gets me, I mean really gets me. It's one of the songs that never sounds like anything else you hear but can inspire you in many ways thought impossible. It can sum life up in a matter of minutes, even though the song is pretty damn long. Classic. I love the beat to it too, it's an amazing. "...sends shivers done my spine" Why is this song so good? I know it seems that I might be making a big deal of this. But I have to admit, it really fits my mood right now. But nothing can compare to my happy song. I'll tell ya about it later. You might not understand me right now because I want to rave about this song instead of another. OH, and don't worry, you'll tons about my happy song in the future. My mom just yelled at me to go to bed. I swear, I think I have insomnia. And it sucks major donkey balls, I swear. I can't really do much about it. I miss Scott. Sorry that was completely random. Forgive me for my outburst. It just sorta came to me as I slightly glanced to my left and saw my phone...there's so much I want to say. But I don't want to bear my intimate privacy to world, even that's a complete irony, considering the fact that I own an online diary. Hm, I am such a weird girl. But you know what I mean. My business is my own and I don't want the whole world knowing it, especially since I have friends that know I have this diary and they could probably bring up intimate details to somehow blackmail. Sometimes I regret bearing my soul on this block of white, to you all fine people. But, I find myself not stopping because writing has always been a passion of mine, regardless of the fact that I'm not that great and I know many others that are AMAZING. I am often jealous with that thought, but I choose to ignore it because this talent is what I have, it may not be the best, but it's mine, and that's good enough for me. "Everywhere the wind blows..." As I hunch over my back, stop typing, look down at my fingers, dart my eyes to the clock at the bottom right of my screen, think about life, I lay back...and realize that my ass is numb and my back is hurting like a motherfucker. Heh, teaches me to hunch over like this. And you know what the awful part is? I still have reverted back to this hunched over position, after I know how much my back will hurt as I lie down to go to bed. Fuck it. I don't really feel like caring. I sincerely that's one of my problems...I either care too much, so much it's pestering, or that I'm so damn nonchalant you could throw bricks at my head and I still wouldn't care. I'd bat my eyes and go back to whatever the hell I was doing. "Nothing really matters, sometimes I wish I'd have never been born at all...nothing really matters. Anyone can see, nothing really matters, to me." All right, it really is getting late. I better go. "Good bye everybody, I've got to go, got to leave you all behind, and face the truth. Mama, ooo, I don't want to die, I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all." I still haven't finished the assigned reading of 'Grapes of Wrath'. It's starting to get good. Damn. With care, 12:07 a.m. - 2002-12-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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