I'm highway bound for another pretty suicide
I wish I didn't question everything. I wish I didn't have the compulsive need to know. I wish I could be satisfied with how amazingly things have turned out. I wish I could explain this in some way that would make sense. But it is irrational, and I know that, so there is no point trying. I think and plan too far ahead instead of taking things a day at a time. But I get frustrated when things don't happen the way I want and that I can't control them. But I'm glad that I can't control you. You controlling me makes it more fun. Except when I'm lonely...and probably not gonna see you for a while, but you don't know that so you aren't worried. I love that and am so jealous.