Sep 07, 2008 12:31
all i ever want to talk about is how i feel and how much i like you and the silly games i play with myself in my head. my feelings never seem to hold up to your logic, i detest your addictions "its not like its vile or sinful" but it is i promise. we end up in the same booth at the same coney island with the same expressions on our faces simply because i can't find it within myself to say no and then you try to hold my hand and you are confused when i don't hold yours back and all you're doing is holding a dead fish a dead bloated fish.
i stay pouty all night because nothings been resolved "was there ever even a conflict?" i thought so but then again that may just have been another one of my silly mind games i told you about were you even listening?
i've been so whiny lately. no one believes me.