no, no, don't shed tears, mein kinder!the following lyrics to a song called Nothing Gets Crossed Out by Bright Eyes. yes, i will bask in my depressing and angsty adolescence and tell you all that this is exactly how i feel right now. this song, ever since i first heard it, has not only served at complete and utter catharsis for me, but it has encompassed the majority of problems and yearnings that i have, etc. this is one of the reasons why i am fully devoted to conor oberst, because of his ability to condense how i feel into words latched onto a melody. i used to listen to this song, and it remains so to this day, in a corner in my bathroom, my arms wrapped around myself, bawling. so, here.
Well the future's got me worried such awful thoughts My head's a carousel of pictures, the spinning never stops I just want someone to walk in front And I'll follow the leader Like when I fell under the weight of a schoolboy crush Started carrying her books and doing lots of drugs I almost forgot who I was But came to my senses Now I'm trying to be assertive, I'm making plans Want to rise to the occasion, yeah meet all their demands But all I do is just lay in bed And hide under the covers Yeah I know I should be brave But I'm just too afraid of all this changeAnd it's too hard to focus through all this doubt I keep making this to-do list but nothing gets crossed out Working on the record seems pointless now When the world ends who's gonna hear it? But I'm trying to take some comfort in written words Yeah Tim, I heard your album and it's better than good When you get off tour I think we should Hang and black out together Cause I've been feeling sentimental for days gone by All those summers singing, drinking, laughin', wasting our time Remember all those songs and the way we smiledIn those basements made of music?But now I've got to crawl to get anywhere at allI'm not as strong as I thought
So when I'm lost in a crowd, I hope that you'll pick me out I long to be found, the grass grew high, I laid down Now I'll wait for a hand to lift me up, help me stand I've been laying so long, don't wanna lay here no more Don't wanna lay here no more, don't wanna lay here no more
Everything that happens is supposed to be And it's all pre-determined, can't change your destiny Guess I'll just keep moving, someday maybe I'll get to where I'm going
I shall take this opportunity to mention that last night the moon was absolutely breathtaking. Last night was a whirlwind of unexpected events. The original plan was for me to go to this girl's house to celebrate her birthday, yet my parents decided to go to the cinema and thus all my perfectly planned out plans (sorry for the redundancy) were altered. So, we went to watch Capitalism: A Love Story, which staying true to Michael Moore was absolutely incredible. The thing is, Moore's films always send me on this slur of emotions, i always tend to laugh, for obvious reasons, cry, out of frustration or hope (when Obama backed up the workers in Chicago), and be raging angry.. once again, for obvious reasons. Anyways, it's marvellous, I advise all of you to watch it. 
