wmp: jars of clay, liquid

i used to think that when i'm gonna be down on any night alone, i could always count on an episode of comedy, be it one from 'scrubs', 'that 70s show', or 'my kids and i', to restore that certain bit of sanity. but tonight i realise thats just naive.

you could have some of your favourite hits being played over and over, riffle a deck of cards while trying to straighten out your thoughts for a good hour and a half, ask your little bro to leave the room, try a little forced optimism, try to believe that everything will be good when you wake up, but at the end of it all, u'd realise that something is nagging deep down.

still, i think i'll be fine. i don't know why.

maybe its how i like to think i'm bulletproof.

haha, who am i kiddin.

stupid monologue.

pfft.

Labels: life