Nov 12, 2006 00:00
It feels over.
But it doesn't feel "done," not like other shows have. It's just over.
I think the reason I don't feel satisfied with it is because I don't feel satisfied with myself. I can't find reason to complain, but I'm not finding reason to be happy. Somehow I find I prefer extremes.
This is just not enough.
But tonight I let myself go, everything that I hold in my chest. I could feel how tight Michael's hug was, and I was aware of every time Anna's arms wrapped around me. For an instant I even let in the feeling I knew last year. When we would sit in her room at night.
I am not over it.
I am not over her or him or all those moments I can see when I close my eyes.
It isn't that I want to be. But I think I expected to be, after half a year.
Nostalgic doesn't cut it.
and you. please please please talk to me. im scared. i just want to know you. i want to know what you are thinking.
your smell is my favorite.
I want t-shirts.