Jul 25, 2006 21:43
Right now, I'm lonely. It's the kind of loneliness where you not only wish someone was by your side, but the kind where you wish you could make a house with all the people you love and live in it. And then I sit back and think...well I am in a house with people I love, just a smaller number that in certain times have not been as easily loved as others. And then I question, why do I always miss what I don't have? Why do I always want a peach when I have grapes? Why do I want to have brown hair when I have blonde? Most of the time, when I write, my words come out in a sort of uncontinuous barfing method. Making my words unpleasant to read. I also wonder why I try and question these things, when in turn I know it will not contribute at all to the human race. Really when I talk to someone I just want to randomly yell out "love me" in the conversation, but hoping if I love them enough they'll love me even more.