Jul 17, 2010 11:51
It's not that anything's changed. Though there is an incident where there could be change. But I don't want it.
It's almost like I like being stuck in this. I do it to myself over and over.
When I think I'm ok - something(one) comes along and just throws all my organized papers into the air asking me to find the one that's most important to me.
There are days where I wish I just didn't like you as much as I do. But I am so happy no matter what that I do.
And there are nights where I stay up and think, about what I miss. About who I miss - and why.
I tear myself up inside on my anxieties with a smile on my face.
Off to two barbecues.