won't give it up

[essenceofsweat]

bless my hesitation, because i could've made something good very bad.
now i feel like i don't have anything to look forward to
in that sense
i got my hopes up
and i knew they would be dashed
but hey
this feels like a retread of my existence

if you wonder why i speak in riddles
it's because i don't want you to know what i'm thinking
or who i am talking about
but really i want certain people to understand
and i hide behind my own insecurities

it's like this:
ever have a bad day, and you walk around, just wanting someone to ask what's wrong so you can get it off of your shoulders?
ever talk online and laugh out loud, so that someone will ask what is so funny?

ever write meaningless shit in a livejournal instead of talking to the person in which you refer to?

my hand's up there.