a few things i wrote
it pertty much hurts to think, because when i do its about him. knowing he will never want me the way i want him, knowing some one else is on his mind, knowing he will spend the weekend with someone better then i am makes it all worth it when i see him, because the time i spend with him is like nothing in the world, even though im aching over thoughts of him and he's enjoying his crush of the week, just talking to him makes my day.
And it's hard to look knowing it will never happen. just seeing him makes my day so much brighter. and when my head feels dizzy and a swirling mess, i think about him and i can lay to rest knowing only in my dreams will i ever have him, but a dream is a fantasy, and a fantasy is sureal.
I'm wallowing in pity while spinning in a whirlpool of sick madness created by the illusions of my elaborate mind.
And it's hard to look knowing it will never happen. just seeing him makes my day so much brighter. and when my head feels dizzy and a swirling mess, i think about him and i can lay to rest knowing only in my dreams will i ever have him, but a dream is a fantasy, and a fantasy is sureal.
I'm wallowing in pity while spinning in a whirlpool of sick madness created by the illusions of my elaborate mind.