Daymares.
true story:
I am walking into the santa rosa mall from the parking lot and i am crossing the street. I am not paying attention and neither is the car and i am hit. i am laying there in the street in pain. the car behind the one that hit me is his. he gets out. i replay different versions of what would happen next.
1. he would rush out seeing it was me and stoop down and do something sweet like he used to, like hold my hand and touch my cheek ever so softly. lik in a movie i would bable out the appology i have been wanting to say through my pain. and he would smile and say "i know, it's alright".
2. he would stay in the car and glare not saying anything.
3. he would come out and stand there.... and i think it would start raining then, because he is the only person i know who looks absolutely hotter than hot in the rain, and he would just stare at me... and go back and get into his car after i had died.
4. he would come out with a crowbar and beat me senseless shouting "take that you fucking bitch!" and maybe, if he was so dramaticly inclined, he would take out all my letters... and rip them up and dump them on me.
..... i keep having this daymare....dramatic is a great way to describe my brain!
i get goosebumps everytime i pass the JC or think about point arena beach, or the bench behind playhouse his freshman cabin.
why is my subconcious still thinking about this? is it like alexis said? "that maybe its just our brain spewing out all of our thoughts in one crazy mash of a scene since we're so focused during the day that we cant be bothered having quiet moments to go over it all?" Is my brain telling me something?
People told me that becoming intimate with someone makes the relationship harder to cope with when you break up... and i understand why now.
maybe it will all go better next time.
I am walking into the santa rosa mall from the parking lot and i am crossing the street. I am not paying attention and neither is the car and i am hit. i am laying there in the street in pain. the car behind the one that hit me is his. he gets out. i replay different versions of what would happen next.
1. he would rush out seeing it was me and stoop down and do something sweet like he used to, like hold my hand and touch my cheek ever so softly. lik in a movie i would bable out the appology i have been wanting to say through my pain. and he would smile and say "i know, it's alright".
2. he would stay in the car and glare not saying anything.
3. he would come out and stand there.... and i think it would start raining then, because he is the only person i know who looks absolutely hotter than hot in the rain, and he would just stare at me... and go back and get into his car after i had died.
4. he would come out with a crowbar and beat me senseless shouting "take that you fucking bitch!" and maybe, if he was so dramaticly inclined, he would take out all my letters... and rip them up and dump them on me.
..... i keep having this daymare....dramatic is a great way to describe my brain!
i get goosebumps everytime i pass the JC or think about point arena beach, or the bench behind playhouse his freshman cabin.
why is my subconcious still thinking about this? is it like alexis said? "that maybe its just our brain spewing out all of our thoughts in one crazy mash of a scene since we're so focused during the day that we cant be bothered having quiet moments to go over it all?" Is my brain telling me something?
People told me that becoming intimate with someone makes the relationship harder to cope with when you break up... and i understand why now.
maybe it will all go better next time.