||[Jan. 25th, 2005|08:00 pm]
|||||Crazy train -then- New York State of Mind||]|
soooooo, who remembers the song parranoia?
cuz the word fits me perfect, and now i got the song stuck in my head.
idk just one of those days where i really wouldn't mind roughing it out, living as a woodsman or something. Just somewhere absent of society, atleast modern society, and where nothing can get in my way i can't handle mano-e-mano. and if i can't handle it, well then life is the least of my worries then, now isn't it?
but whatever. I really think i was born in the wrong age, but then what can i do about it? Nothing, so just bitching like thiis is a waste of time and effort, only gonna bring about more depression and self pitty. With that i end it to try and do somehting productive, like study.