sorrow, sank deep inside my blood. all the one's around me i cared for, but most of all i loved.
so, i have reached a point in my strange numbness that i have been shutting people out. i don't post here, because, really, what am i gonna do besides bitch at you over someone that obviously has been playing a game the whole time? yeah, i've pretty much come to that conclusion.
i've decided that apathy is a good place to be. but it was a bad decision. then i decided that poetry was the way to deal. also, worst idea ever. so i'm trying to write a story from someone else's POV. from a love struck guy's POV. its a triangle of sorts, where he confesses to his best friend that he thinks he's attracted to him, gets rejected, meets a girl who completely captivates him, and gets treated like the confession never happened (for the most part) by the best friend. did i mention they're all stuck on a tour bus together with three other people? so far its helping. i can't get this story out of my head. i was working today, and kept thinking up amazing scenes to write into the story. and they won't get out of my head till i write them. i haven't gotten this way over a story in so long, it feels really good. like a drug. and just as addicting
question time. i told frank i'd wait for him. he told me that was the best thing he'd ever been told since that time he asked me to marry him and i said yes. but, should i? i mean, he doesn't talk anymore. i don't even get an 'i'm bz' out of him anymore. i'm so confused.
i've decided that apathy is a good place to be. but it was a bad decision. then i decided that poetry was the way to deal. also, worst idea ever. so i'm trying to write a story from someone else's POV. from a love struck guy's POV. its a triangle of sorts, where he confesses to his best friend that he thinks he's attracted to him, gets rejected, meets a girl who completely captivates him, and gets treated like the confession never happened (for the most part) by the best friend. did i mention they're all stuck on a tour bus together with three other people? so far its helping. i can't get this story out of my head. i was working today, and kept thinking up amazing scenes to write into the story. and they won't get out of my head till i write them. i haven't gotten this way over a story in so long, it feels really good. like a drug. and just as addicting
question time. i told frank i'd wait for him. he told me that was the best thing he'd ever been told since that time he asked me to marry him and i said yes. but, should i? i mean, he doesn't talk anymore. i don't even get an 'i'm bz' out of him anymore. i'm so confused.