i'm sitting here listening to bright eyes - you will? you will. you. will. and all i can think of to write is the lyrics of the song. so i'm instead just writing whatever comes into my brain and trying to supress my usual habit of quoting the words of others to describe my feelings.two hours til i go to work. it seems like that's all i ever do, is work. blah. money may be a necessary evil, but i wish that getting it didn't entail working six hour stretches doing nothing but making tacos.
argh.
i wish i could be as eloquent about happiness as i used to be about overwhelming despair, but i don't know the language. it's unfamiliar territory. this glowing inside just isn't something i can readily describe.
hmm. i like that.
maybe i'll write a song and use it.
i need to start working towards my dreams. i need you to show me the way.
