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And I went places and did things. I hung out with people. I drove to a new town and was scared I’d die by the forgotten saloons and broken down buildings. I played guitar hero at a sausage-fest. I went to a museum and tried to make snide comments and was met by silence by the corners of the wall.And life kept going on. Each day felt like the last,…only things were a bit hazy. Sleeping through life I could never tell what day it was, or why it mattered what day it had been. Friends started to find work and get going while I was stuck in the doldrums with my yearly sickness of having grown a year older.

Everyday. Just everyday. I think of that word and what it means, does mean, and could mean.

Everyday is the same. I try not to be too hard on myself, but I’m a failure through and through. We can’t all be failures like G.W. and fail upwards though. Some of us have to sink down into the lower crusts of society.

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Is so true.

So everyday i woke up and did things. Sometimes I was with people, more times I was alone. But more and more, I had forgotten what it was like to be awake in my own life.

Everynight I went to bed hoping when I would wake in the morning, I’d finally be awake and all that had passed had been the dream.

But no, I’m still here and I’m still asleep. Wake-walking my way through life.

At least the weather is nice.

I can’t say that I am though.

As the years have been unkind, so have I too grown.

One day this will be all over and I’ll think to myself, was it worth it? Could there be more adventures to be had?

I’m still looking for a way to not be bored, that is all.

That is all.

Posted on April 22nd, 2008 by Babblin' Joe
Filed under: Misery