I've been forced to get a facebook
anna held a gun to my head and told me to get it...
Ironically,
besides the fact that no one has one and html cannot be used,
I actually like it better than myspace ...
not to mention,
SHE's on facebook.
I admit, it's an unhealthy obsession,
for that matter any obsession is unhealthy,
but It's hard to resist ...
In my short lifespan,
I've had an unfair amount of unilateral romance, enough to rival the biggest leper. I've always imagined what could be. I've always taken the easier of the two roads, standing and watching for whatever excuse I could come up with.
Now, the one time I have the courage to act...
I find new feeling yet to be classified as an excuse. Maybe it's empathy, compassion or maybe, yes I admit, cowardice. I ponder over her current feelings. Lost between the love she had and the one on the horizon. She anticipated him to leave her, to some degree hoped for it, thinking she would feel a certain way, but when he left she found a different feeling, an emptyness. Indeed, she's overcome with confusion. In what way should I contribute to that?
Not everyone is overcome by passion as I am. Some have better self-control. I lack the perception to properly distinguish her character. I only see her smiles, smirks and stares. I fear to falsely judge her infatuation as a mirror to my own. If that is the case, then how wretched my eyes to decieve me...
I do agree to an extent that
of all pains, the greatest pain
It is to love, but love in vain
forcing a friendship to wane
Ironically,
besides the fact that no one has one and html cannot be used,
I actually like it better than myspace ...
not to mention,
SHE's on facebook.
I admit, it's an unhealthy obsession,
for that matter any obsession is unhealthy,
but It's hard to resist ...
In my short lifespan,
I've had an unfair amount of unilateral romance, enough to rival the biggest leper. I've always imagined what could be. I've always taken the easier of the two roads, standing and watching for whatever excuse I could come up with.
Now, the one time I have the courage to act...
I find new feeling yet to be classified as an excuse. Maybe it's empathy, compassion or maybe, yes I admit, cowardice. I ponder over her current feelings. Lost between the love she had and the one on the horizon. She anticipated him to leave her, to some degree hoped for it, thinking she would feel a certain way, but when he left she found a different feeling, an emptyness. Indeed, she's overcome with confusion. In what way should I contribute to that?
Not everyone is overcome by passion as I am. Some have better self-control. I lack the perception to properly distinguish her character. I only see her smiles, smirks and stares. I fear to falsely judge her infatuation as a mirror to my own. If that is the case, then how wretched my eyes to decieve me...
I do agree to an extent that
of all pains, the greatest pain
It is to love, but love in vain
forcing a friendship to wane