it's raining... hard... outside, and in [my head]........
i love thunderstorms. with a passion. i love how they look, how they sound, how they feel... how the sky is filled with such anger and force... all we parasitic humans can do is sit and watch, wondering why, or what made [her] this way. some people hide inside, but others like myself for instance like to go outside and witness first hand the wrath and agony of this huge gray sky that blankets us... the only thing that sucks is no one else i know seems to share that feeling, and everyone stays inside during storms. so i have the feeling that no one is gonna want to hang out today. *boo*. i don't know about anyone else, but i've never heard of anyone melting from being out in a storm. so toughen up your sugar-plum fairy asses and GET OUTSIDE WITH ME!!!
i'm feeling very strange right now. kind of like the storm outside my window [as i'm typing this]. i feel like i'm twisted and turned, writhing with anxiety and confusion and anger... it's a relief that the sky is how [she] is today... always seems to share my same mood.
Tom called this morning. he wants to "talk". i cant deny the fact that i'm scared to shit. will i be able to stand my ground? will my head explode on the spot? will i be able to stay strong? will i crumble and forget everything i've learned so far? what will i say? will he apply the pressure to that soft spot that shouldn't be touched at all? will he make me feel like shit? [yes] will i stay strong? will i stay strong??? will i....
i don't know what to do. i don't even know the plan for the rest of the night. i need somebody tonight. i can't be alone. can't, and won't. i really hope someone will want to come out and brave the storm with me... i hope...
i'm feeling very strange right now. kind of like the storm outside my window [as i'm typing this]. i feel like i'm twisted and turned, writhing with anxiety and confusion and anger... it's a relief that the sky is how [she] is today... always seems to share my same mood.
Tom called this morning. he wants to "talk". i cant deny the fact that i'm scared to shit. will i be able to stand my ground? will my head explode on the spot? will i be able to stay strong? will i crumble and forget everything i've learned so far? what will i say? will he apply the pressure to that soft spot that shouldn't be touched at all? will he make me feel like shit? [yes] will i stay strong? will i stay strong??? will i....
i don't know what to do. i don't even know the plan for the rest of the night. i need somebody tonight. i can't be alone. can't, and won't. i really hope someone will want to come out and brave the storm with me... i hope...