I never meant to cause you trouble...
So much has happened... I had the shittiest week last week, lots of pressure and crying over things that really are trivial. I spent yesterday with Michelle and Missy. We just sat in Michelle's garage talking-- they smoked and I then naturally smelled of smoke-- wrote poetry, which was shitty for my part-- went to IHOP at 2 am-- ate my pancakes as they traded stories about their sex lives-- came home at 4 and fell into a heavy sleep.
I've spent such a long time being alone... And I want nothing more than someone to wrap their arms around me... someone to giggle with... someone who gets me. There seem to be so many things that I require for this guy. I want wit, intelligence, gentleness, kindness, empathy, understanding... the adjectives go on and on. I don't know- maybe my expectations go above and beyond what is possible. I feel like I'm one of Keats' characters, helplessly lost in a dream, ruined by my own imagination, but I desperately hope that's not the case. Will I ever find what I'm looking for?
I've spent such a long time being alone... And I want nothing more than someone to wrap their arms around me... someone to giggle with... someone who gets me. There seem to be so many things that I require for this guy. I want wit, intelligence, gentleness, kindness, empathy, understanding... the adjectives go on and on. I don't know- maybe my expectations go above and beyond what is possible. I feel like I'm one of Keats' characters, helplessly lost in a dream, ruined by my own imagination, but I desperately hope that's not the case. Will I ever find what I'm looking for?