Claire
Social
Highschool
Oakland High School
Favorite Music
underoath, taking back sunday, kill hannah, the used, afi, panic! at the disco, blue october, angels and airwaves, blink 182, matchbook romance, fall out boy, coheed and cambria, hawthorne heights, system of a down, taproot, gnarls barkley, my chemical romance, shakira, mae, gorillaz, lacuna coil, breaking benjamin, shine down, armor for sleep, silverstein, straylight run, the vines, death cab for cutie, nightmare of you, snow patrol, the receiving end of sirens, cartel, blood brothers, thursday, loreena mckennitt, dead poetic, billy talent, finch, hot hot heat, nine inch nails, tool, marilyn manson, ministry, the dreamside, ego likeness, qntal, tapping the vein, carfax abbey, thoushaltnot, nirvana, eve6, anberlin, haste the day, south fm, chevelle, project rocket, aiden, we are scientists, keane, the sounds, the cure, boys night out, the strokes, guns n' roses, velvet revolver, playradioplay!
You know those moods?
July 21 2006
I'm in a bad funk. I'm not really liking anybody at the moment, and I seem to be pissed at everyone, including myself. It's like I'm carrying this huge load from point A to point B, and I'm stuck somewhere next to point Z.
My nerves are shot and I just feel twitchy. Not the good sugar-twitch or happy-twitch, but ohmygodwhat'swrongwithme-twitch.
Maybe it comes with my cold, because I've only been feeling like this since I've gotten my cold, but then, that doesn't make much sense.
But like, it seems that I've got this cold and I feel clausterphobic, like my lungs are two sizes too small - and it feels like it's translating over into other aspects of my life. Like, everything is two sizes too small and I can't find somewhere I can just fit. Not like socially, because I know where I fit there mostly, but like my life as a whole.
Where do I fit? What am I supposed to be doing with myself? Why do I feel the need to question myself?
I guess this is the cliche'd topic everyone goes through, but if it is, why does it have to hurt so much?
My nerves are shot and I just feel twitchy. Not the good sugar-twitch or happy-twitch, but ohmygodwhat'swrongwithme-twitch.
Maybe it comes with my cold, because I've only been feeling like this since I've gotten my cold, but then, that doesn't make much sense.
But like, it seems that I've got this cold and I feel clausterphobic, like my lungs are two sizes too small - and it feels like it's translating over into other aspects of my life. Like, everything is two sizes too small and I can't find somewhere I can just fit. Not like socially, because I know where I fit there mostly, but like my life as a whole.
Where do I fit? What am I supposed to be doing with myself? Why do I feel the need to question myself?
I guess this is the cliche'd topic everyone goes through, but if it is, why does it have to hurt so much?
