hey
remember that one time when I had friends????!!!???
what the hell happened. ?
i have none now.
does my daughter count??
a great listener but not much on the conversation front.]
what the hell i need to do something
get my damn name on the radar
do people even think about me anymore
like a damn figment of imagination
not existing outside of work and family
what the effffff!
fade away to black
my phone number hasn't changed since 2003
i know i'm not one to pick up or the fact i don't pay the bill on time
but stiiiiiiillllll its the thought that counts
guess it works both ways
issac newtons law of relationships
you get what you give
so i'm getting nothing because i'm giving nothing
except my heart and soul into surviving my family and my own.
i'm smart. people should want to talk to me. i have something to say.
i'm not a blank slate.
it's not like i dont have a personality i do i hope i do no i do.
let's talk music!!!
i have great bands changing songs insightful ideas
movies too, funny serious indie old shitty idk it doesnt matter
food sex lies technology games fuckin anything.
or am i doomed to this
3am self loathing session
not wanting to sleep not wanting to start another day
just a gear in the motor
doing the samething everything
wake up deal with family work for 11 hours come home self loath
rinse and repeat
working myself to the bone and having a family
there has got to be more
i know there is
but where and how
if i knew only if id knew
prematurely old
mid life crisis at 24
wish i could act my age.
why have i retreated to this position.
no wonder i'm losing my edge. how can i be me if i'm always being you.
guess thats why i self loath at 3am
its the only time i'm me.
listening to music talking to the only person who listens. willing to listen.
myself.
pen and pad + keyboard and screen
just wish i had someone to fall back on.
a friend from yester year, come over hang out smoke hookah and talk about anything everything
instead stuck in the bubble of walgreens and family.
'
am i bitching yeah i am but there is always truth in a bitching
i have been feeling over worked over exhausted over indulgent over used over bought over over
and am needing a break. just a breath of fresh air, to remember what it was like to have friends to call. friends to talk to. to say man i hate this or guess what happened.
300 friends on facebook and not a soul to talk to.
goodbye.
what the hell happened. ?
i have none now.
does my daughter count??
a great listener but not much on the conversation front.]
what the hell i need to do something
get my damn name on the radar
do people even think about me anymore
like a damn figment of imagination
not existing outside of work and family
what the effffff!
fade away to black
my phone number hasn't changed since 2003
i know i'm not one to pick up or the fact i don't pay the bill on time
but stiiiiiiillllll its the thought that counts
guess it works both ways
issac newtons law of relationships
you get what you give
so i'm getting nothing because i'm giving nothing
except my heart and soul into surviving my family and my own.
i'm smart. people should want to talk to me. i have something to say.
i'm not a blank slate.
it's not like i dont have a personality i do i hope i do no i do.
let's talk music!!!
i have great bands changing songs insightful ideas
movies too, funny serious indie old shitty idk it doesnt matter
food sex lies technology games fuckin anything.
or am i doomed to this
3am self loathing session
not wanting to sleep not wanting to start another day
just a gear in the motor
doing the samething everything
wake up deal with family work for 11 hours come home self loath
rinse and repeat
working myself to the bone and having a family
there has got to be more
i know there is
but where and how
if i knew only if id knew
prematurely old
mid life crisis at 24
wish i could act my age.
why have i retreated to this position.
no wonder i'm losing my edge. how can i be me if i'm always being you.
guess thats why i self loath at 3am
its the only time i'm me.
listening to music talking to the only person who listens. willing to listen.
myself.
pen and pad + keyboard and screen
just wish i had someone to fall back on.
a friend from yester year, come over hang out smoke hookah and talk about anything everything
instead stuck in the bubble of walgreens and family.
'
am i bitching yeah i am but there is always truth in a bitching
i have been feeling over worked over exhausted over indulgent over used over bought over over
and am needing a break. just a breath of fresh air, to remember what it was like to have friends to call. friends to talk to. to say man i hate this or guess what happened.
300 friends on facebook and not a soul to talk to.
goodbye.
posted by Tim Zimm | 12:37 AM
3 Comments:
Don't forget us that read your every post. You still remain one of the smartest people I know.
I think about you ALL. THE. TIME.
I miss you! But you're so far away and you have a girlfriend and I have a boyfriend and society says that for us to be friends is wrong. :(
I miss you terribly.
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Husband, Haley (5 now), the one on the way, work, and a little bit of school. Thats about it. Miss you too. I think about you every single time I go to walgreens. And call my brother cause timmy badass and tim zim are right next to each other.
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