Bottles.
Deep inside I have this hole, and it's where I keep all of the things that anger me, or make me sad - Its the place that no one ever sees, that no one shoul ever see of me. I'm good at pushing things aside, and just letting them bubble over when I'm alone. Just little bottles full of remorse and sorrow, regrets and dissappointments, all down the drain, and forgotten before I awake the next day.
I'm in a situation now, where everything could be possibly be alright one day, but I'm too used to bubbling these bottles by myself, and I made the mistake of giving some away before I knew if they were ready. She saw a flash of wha goes on behind my optimistic smile, my inquisitive nature, and my blatant kindness for just about everything that crawls.
Oy. I feel all alone. Meredith, I think, hates me for everything, and I miss her. She used to help me decipher these cryptic dreams and offer a wise companion. And her feeling at odds with me kinda hurts. I stings, and everytime I mention her name, I get a little sad inside.
Maybe it'll pass, or maybe I'll get over it and stop making things worse than they might be.
Either way, it's another bottle in the air, and one more to fill until the new year.
Cheers :[
I'm in a situation now, where everything could be possibly be alright one day, but I'm too used to bubbling these bottles by myself, and I made the mistake of giving some away before I knew if they were ready. She saw a flash of wha goes on behind my optimistic smile, my inquisitive nature, and my blatant kindness for just about everything that crawls.
Oy. I feel all alone. Meredith, I think, hates me for everything, and I miss her. She used to help me decipher these cryptic dreams and offer a wise companion. And her feeling at odds with me kinda hurts. I stings, and everytime I mention her name, I get a little sad inside.
Maybe it'll pass, or maybe I'll get over it and stop making things worse than they might be.
Either way, it's another bottle in the air, and one more to fill until the new year.
Cheers :[