Monday, March 5, 2012
transitory
Everybody's looking for that one thing that lasts but I
Deep down inside I am
Scared, so bloody afraid.
Sometimes I wish I didn't appear so impassive so people wouldn't think that's the way I am because deep down inside I think I am one of the most emotional people I know.
I wish I were a better person I wish I made all the right choices I wish I was born frivolous and stupidly optimistic sometimes.
I wish I could sleep right now instead of typing this in the darkness on my phone.
Everyone wants forever but reality has destroyed it. I refuse to believe that it never existed in the first place because we have seen it happen in history.
Watching Dog Whisperer just now Cesar Millan said we must give first in order to receive.
Hate all this uncertainty, how oversensitive I am.
Hate letting people down because it means I have failed to meet their expectations of me, and it makes me feel like I have failed them. I would rather have failed or disappointed myself than to do that to anybody else.
Narrator: This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Tom Hansen of Margate, New Jersey, grew up believing that he'd never truly be happy until the day he met the one. This belief stemmed from early exposure to sad British pop music and a total mis-reading of the movie 'The Graduate'. The girl, Summer Finn of Shinnecock, Michigan, did not share this belief. Since the disintegration of her parent's marriage she'd only love two things. The first was her long dark hair. The second was how easily she could cut it off and not feel a thing. Tom meets Summer on January 8th. He knows almost immediately she is who he has been searching for. This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront, this is not a love story.
Vance: [reading a card that Tom has written] Roses are red, violets are blue... Fuck you, whore.
Tom: Look, we don't have to put a label on it. That's fine. I get it. But, you know, I just... I need some consistency.
Summer: I know.
Tom: I need to know that you're not gonna wake up in the morning and feel differently.
Summer: And I can't give you that. Nobody can.
Summer oh Summer how I wish I were you.
Fuck it.
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