BAH
I'm tired. Lonely. Listless. My friends are moving, or busy. I'm a bit of an emotional puddle. I'm tired of listening to certain people bitch and whine about shit that they have no right to bitch about. I'm afraid of my life right now. Tired of trying. Just want to sleep.
He's coming home... Even if for only a day, he's coming home. I'm terrified. I can't breathe when I think of it. I hated the thought of him leaving... Now I don't want to be around when he comes back. I want to cry when I think of it. Can't breathe. I miss him. I hate him. I'm furious with him. I want to touch him. I want to crawl inside of his skin. I want to run screaming.
I want to pick up and take off, and never look back. I want... to be void. Not dead, just.... not here. Somewhere without worries, or concerns. Somewhere I can sit and ponder the universe.
I know that once I get myself centered, back in school, and straightened out I'll be fine. I just... Need to hang on. Just hang on...
He's coming home... Even if for only a day, he's coming home. I'm terrified. I can't breathe when I think of it. I hated the thought of him leaving... Now I don't want to be around when he comes back. I want to cry when I think of it. Can't breathe. I miss him. I hate him. I'm furious with him. I want to touch him. I want to crawl inside of his skin. I want to run screaming.
I want to pick up and take off, and never look back. I want... to be void. Not dead, just.... not here. Somewhere without worries, or concerns. Somewhere I can sit and ponder the universe.
I know that once I get myself centered, back in school, and straightened out I'll be fine. I just... Need to hang on. Just hang on...