garage sale, saturday
so i'm eating peanut butter on toast and thinking about cory. strange. this is one of those moments that i'm very strongly attracted to him (platonically, that is), and i'm thinking that i really hate how i manage to find that chemistry among people i'm not too close to.
i need to be held, right now. just for comfort. i wish mom weren't in toronto...
i have this childish kind of urge to go upstairs and climb into my parents' bed, rely on that idea of safety underneath an intricate, dynamic quilt and warmth from someone who will always look after you. nightmare psychology...
i felt lonely tonight, watching the rain outside the school. the way the drops caught the light, so consitantly erratic, like stitching... and i felt like running inside to drag justin out, to show him how the sky was raining fire, how burning steel could hem a shirt.
i miss the sweaty, hazy twilight that only hangs heavy in mid-August.
i miss kisses.
i wish i were at rehearsal.
i need to be held, right now. just for comfort. i wish mom weren't in toronto...
i have this childish kind of urge to go upstairs and climb into my parents' bed, rely on that idea of safety underneath an intricate, dynamic quilt and warmth from someone who will always look after you. nightmare psychology...
i felt lonely tonight, watching the rain outside the school. the way the drops caught the light, so consitantly erratic, like stitching... and i felt like running inside to drag justin out, to show him how the sky was raining fire, how burning steel could hem a shirt.
i miss the sweaty, hazy twilight that only hangs heavy in mid-August.
i miss kisses.
i wish i were at rehearsal.