on....and on...and on....
I should go to bed.
It feels wierd to know I'll be here without her while she's at school again.
It feels wierd to be without her in general.
It feels wierd to feel that.
It feels wierd to feel eveything.
I feel wierd.
Something's not right.
You know what?
Maybe everything is right.
And right feels wrong because right doesn't always seem true.
I think maybe I spend too much time trying to find the false in things.
I don't trust anything.
But whats real could be staring me in the face.
I could be missing the real because I'm looking for the false.
You know what else?
I spend too much time thinking in circles.
It's time to snuggle.
Goodnight.
or... morning.
it's about 1:30.
ps... HOW COME NO ONE EVER STAYS UP LATE?????
It feels wierd to know I'll be here without her while she's at school again.
It feels wierd to be without her in general.
It feels wierd to feel that.
It feels wierd to feel eveything.
I feel wierd.
Something's not right.
You know what?
Maybe everything is right.
And right feels wrong because right doesn't always seem true.
I think maybe I spend too much time trying to find the false in things.
I don't trust anything.
But whats real could be staring me in the face.
I could be missing the real because I'm looking for the false.
You know what else?
I spend too much time thinking in circles.
It's time to snuggle.
Goodnight.
or... morning.
it's about 1:30.
ps... HOW COME NO ONE EVER STAYS UP LATE?????