004 }{ i'm feeling it bad and i can't explain
I don't know what to do. Which isn't new. But it is new. Because I care. I care a lot about what's happening and I'm not sure when it starts or how it started, but it's obvious.
They're all doing their own things. And it's not that we don't have anything in common. It's that there are experiences there that I don't have and maybe I can never have and they separate me from the rest of them.
There are people here I've met who I can't get out of my mind, and they're offering me my own experiences the gang can't understand but it's not right to take advantage of that, not when it's like throwing a lot of things in their faces.
I miss Willow.
How do you miss someone that still lives right across the way?
Fork in the road. You do what?
[ooc: strikes = thoughts. ]
They're all doing their own things. And it's not that we don't have anything in common. It's that there are experiences there that I don't have and maybe I can never have and they separate me from the rest of them.
There are people here I've met who I can't get out of my mind, and they're offering me my own experiences the gang can't understand but it's not right to take advantage of that, not when it's like throwing a lot of things in their faces.
I miss Willow.
How do you miss someone that still lives right across the way?
Fork in the road. You do what?
[ooc: strikes = thoughts. ]