I am having a bad day.
A very bad day.
I have nothing to say.
Actually i could spew forth a billion words filled with sadness and hate and rage.
But, i would just feel bad afterwards. Instead.
Listen to this song
It is my song.
It is the song i hope people listen to when they think of me.
wanna come over
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Jess, where do you live so that I might bring over my pajamas and some cookie dough and my camera and we can take long walks and shoot pictures of beautiful things?
Where do you reside so I can rest our heads together and we can snuggle under blankets near a warm fire and giggle until dawn?
Where are you so that I can paint your toenails and brush your hair and sing sweet songs to you until you feel better?
Where? Where? Where?
Oh, hon.
Bloc Party? Beautiful. I love to wallow in sad songs.
I could have written this post myself.
here’s hoping tomorrow will bring you joy. and peace.
One of my fave bands, Bloc Party.
Jess, you and me were both having the same day yesterday it sounds like. I am still upset about mine. Maybe we SHOULD have got together afterall!
Next time…we will just do it. :) Hugs.
I’ll think of you, I listen to that song often actually!
You know I’d be over in an instant. Mocha is throwing a great party it seems. You have many caring friends. Alas, we cannot come over to hold you, but we can hold you in our thoughts.
so sorry you are feeling down. i know that feeling. wish i knew you – i’d help ‘ya in some way. ;)
i’m giving you a knowing knodding smile. and, yes, your writing is good.
So sorry that yesterday was hard! Hopefully today was better, or if not so much, there is always tomorrow. Just love hard and let everything else slide for the moment.
I think it is important to recognize that Mocha’s post appears twice- for a reason.
I know it’s trite, but I listen to Daniel Powter’s Bad Day, really loud- then I can’t hear all the other noise in my head.
Awww. People are so nice. I love you Mocha. And you Jess. Things are hard. Things also get better.
xoxoxo
I’m having that day today.
I’ve had a few of them lately.
A couple weeks ago I wrote for my livejournal a list of all the things that are most fucked up in my life. And how surprisingly well I was doing coping.
It was a mistake. Writing it brought everything to mind at once and I lost all my cope that night.
Distraction is better.
Hugs offered.
And I would come over, too, if I could afford a Clipper ticket and you could pick me up.
Heh.