i . . .
I have no idea what I'm doing.
I feel so scattered, lost .. weird. I lost something ... yeah. I've misplaced something I think I might never have had, and it's messing me up. I feel like I wish I had something, but have not a clue what it is. Yeah: I have no idea what I'm doing. I need someone to tell me where to go, what to do there, how to do it, and why. I need someone to tell me what I want. I need someone to tell me when to sleep, and then hold me while I do it. I need someone to love. You know what I mean.
::grrr!!:: It's fucking precious that these feelings HAD to get posted in the old lj one minute before fucking Valentine's Day. But I didn't mean for those things up there to turn into about love. It just happens that way. Because it does. And it is. And I am.
Except that I'm not.
I feel so scattered, lost .. weird. I lost something ... yeah. I've misplaced something I think I might never have had, and it's messing me up. I feel like I wish I had something, but have not a clue what it is. Yeah: I have no idea what I'm doing. I need someone to tell me where to go, what to do there, how to do it, and why. I need someone to tell me what I want. I need someone to tell me when to sleep, and then hold me while I do it. I need someone to love. You know what I mean.
::grrr!!:: It's fucking precious that these feelings HAD to get posted in the old lj one minute before fucking Valentine's Day. But I didn't mean for those things up there to turn into about love. It just happens that way. Because it does. And it is. And I am.
Except that I'm not.