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I dont really want to talk about most of today, its not worth it. my day sucked, basically. I did nothing. Im tired of wasting my time when I could be having fun. looking back on it, I feel like an idiot. thats all there is to it. I feel bad telling others about it, but I cant hold it in, or it gets nasty.....
I was going to write about my blackberry adventure. in my mind it was poetic, and it was just about the only thing I enjoyed today, but its too late, the moment has passed, and if I write it, I might break down again, remembering todays events. so Ill end it here..... and wish for a better day...
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yellow lightning in gray cased smoke. I wanted to cry, and be with you at the same time. watch it on a blanket, cuddled under the clouds. and yet it made me feel empty. insignificant. as if each flash was taking a bit of me. It could be emptying, or hopelessly romantic. I almost called you to see if you were awake. to see if you wanted to go up the hill, lay on the grass, and watch the sky light up in its own fireworks display. but I know you're probably sleeping. warm in bed on a sea of dreams. Ive woken you up too many times, including last night, so I left you in peace, hoping to talk about it tomorrow, the beautiful sky, and maybe we can watch the sun dip below the horizon another day.... Now I'm alone, and depressed. maybe it was because of the night before I saw the sky. The one that had to do with people, pretending. I'm trying so hard, and it's getting me NO WHERE. I still don't get invited, I'm not included, and I sit there as you discuss your fucking plans in front of me, and dont bother to recognize that I'm still sitting there listening to every fucking word you say. I know you know I'm there. I know your aware of what your doing. and it breaks my heart and makes me feel so alone these days. You're all so blind. and now you must excuse me, I need to cry in peace. I refuse to let anyone see me cry lately.... I feel its something I need to do in solitude. Let the tears fall where they will, and not put this on anyone else. its my fucking problem, its my own fault Ive been exiled.... let myself overreact and hyperventilate till I cant breathe anymore. then maybe, just maybe Ill feel better when I calm down.... Current mood: let them fall where they may
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