Jan 31, 2008 16:33
fuckitfuckitfuckitfuckitFUCK IT
I don't know, God dammit.
There's the person my head says that I really need to talk to. To make things right.
I don't know what about.
Or how to do it.
But I can't seem to rest until I do...
So nerve racking.
I don't know what's going on with him.
He wont tell me.
I know he doesn't feel close to me anymore after all that's been done to him and his friend...
But FUCK!
Things. Do. Not. Feel. Right.
Something is out of place and I can't put my finger on it.
Something needs to happen.
Bad or good.
I hope good.
But either is alright.
Just let it happen.
Just let it come.
As quickly as can fucking be.
Before more and more happens.
Before I permanently am like this.