Wednesday, December 02, 2009
I want to be next to you.
kids...don't ever let anyone tell you life gets better after graduation. it just gets different. not worse, not better....just another variety of strange.
i would appreciate it if someone would spend time me with no other intentions than spending time with me.
there will always be a melba and james to my lorelle.
im stranded here, somewhere between empty and exploding
i've been staring at the shadows cast on my walls (via the picture window and blaring street light,) and listening to a once comforting- now maddening-buzz (via my fan) for long enough tonight, that i believe i've reveled upon something worth sorting out.
where the hell am i going in such a hurry?