is that all that we are good for, just a stretch of mortal time?
I think one of the worst feelings that exist for me right now is when I double click on a name on my buddy list, type a message, stare at it for a minute, and then second guess myself and end up just closing the window because I know that the person couldn't care less about what I have to say.
I feel like I've written about that before.
Another really really strange feeling (one that's actually happened to me several times lately, believe it or not) is looking across a room at someone who's practically a stranger now and thinking about how I once kissed him... and then half-imagining myself kissing him again, just going up to him and doing it, and without even doing it I knew how strange it feels now, with everything so different. Talking about this even feels weird (especially since I sound like a real whore now), and half the time it doesn't even hurt me in the way that I probably make it sound, but... it's always just a painful reminder of how things have to change. We all know that I've never been good at dealing with that.
I feel like I've written about that before.
Another really really strange feeling (one that's actually happened to me several times lately, believe it or not) is looking across a room at someone who's practically a stranger now and thinking about how I once kissed him... and then half-imagining myself kissing him again, just going up to him and doing it, and without even doing it I knew how strange it feels now, with everything so different. Talking about this even feels weird (especially since I sound like a real whore now), and half the time it doesn't even hurt me in the way that I probably make it sound, but... it's always just a painful reminder of how things have to change. We all know that I've never been good at dealing with that.