Character Sketch
During the Renaissance a Church that did not have a dome wasn't considered to be sacred. Sometimes this is how I feel. Like the top of my head was never put on properly. Or maybe even not at all. Thoughts just pour out in a disorganized fashion with no concern for social situation or appropriateness. Thoughts get lost; the good ones always seem to just float away before I can capture them in any concrete way. Too bad there isn't a Medici family to secure the top of my head on for me.
It's not always bad not having a top of your head. You get a lot of laughs by not knowing when it's inappropriate to say something. Sometimes the laughs are uncomfortable ones, but hey, better to be uncomfortable than bored, right?
Most of the time I go to bed at night thinking maybe John Lennon said it best. In fact, I know he said it best. "Nobody told me there'd be days like these...strange days indeed." That's something they never tell you in school. Something your parents never tell you. That maybe one night you'll be homesick, watching the Fourth of July fireworks by yourself. Even if it wasn't a holiday that never really mattered as much as the others- wasn't like Christmas or Thanksgiving, it still made you miss the good ol' days. And even just thinking phrases like 'the good ol' days' not even saying them out loud, made you feel really old. Even if you are just 24 and everyone says you are just starting the best part of your life.
Well, I won't believe them. That's what they said about high school. And then about college. Not falling for it this time. Life is life. The best times are spread out throughout its duration.
I've always been suicidal. I've always lived my life thinking that this can't be it, this can't be the best. My thoughts always seem to dwell in the dark even as, by all appearances, I succeed. F
During the Renaissance a Church that did not have a dome wasn't considered to be sacred. Sometimes this is how I feel. Like the top of my head was never put on properly. Or maybe even not at all. Thoughts just pour out in a disorganized fashion with no concern for social situation or appropriateness. Thoughts get lost; the good ones always seem to just float away before I can capture them in any concrete way. Too bad there isn't a Medici family to secure the top of my head on for me.
It's not always bad not having a top of your head. You get a lot of laughs by not knowing when it's inappropriate to say something. Sometimes the laughs are uncomfortable ones, but hey, better to be uncomfortable than bored, right?
Most of the time I go to bed at night thinking maybe John Lennon said it best. In fact, I know he said it best. "Nobody told me there'd be days like these...strange days indeed." That's something they never tell you in school. Something your parents never tell you. That maybe one night you'll be homesick, watching the Fourth of July fireworks by yourself. Even if it wasn't a holiday that never really mattered as much as the others- wasn't like Christmas or Thanksgiving, it still made you miss the good ol' days. And even just thinking phrases like 'the good ol' days' not even saying them out loud, made you feel really old. Even if you are just 24 and everyone says you are just starting the best part of your life.
Well, I won't believe them. That's what they said about high school. And then about college. Not falling for it this time. Life is life. The best times are spread out throughout its duration.
I've always been suicidal. I've always lived my life thinking that this can't be it, this can't be the best. My thoughts always seem to dwell in the dark even as, by all appearances, I succeed. F
