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I dislike being so close between angry and down on myself and actually happy.
It really does mess with me on those days I'm just not 100% confident or in a good mood.
Like today.
I got up early to drive a friend home since he needed a ride.
What a fucking bum.
So, I was annoyed with that. More so the time frame than doing it in the first place.
I was tired.
But, I asked her (since I haven't seen her in 3 weeks due to stuff going on in both our lives)
if she liked for me to stop by today after she got out of work, and before I went to my job.
No answer.
But she does keep texting me about her problems with a friend inviting himself
on her and her bff's roadtrip. Guess I know what's more important.
I'm in a sour mood today, so I'm taking more to heart than usual. Still, it hurts sometimes.
Just hard to sort out the frustration and trying to just be there for someone that doesnt care, I guess.
Sometimes, I don't mind changing that number to 4 weeks. Not right now anyway.
Sad to say, I ended up filling out some questionnaire stuff on okcupid since apparently someone made a joke profile for me.
Not that I need one. But, fuck it.
I'm stranded with the same faces all the time.
I want to meet someone new. I'm at a moment where I'm willing to go the distance.
Who knows when that'll run out and I'll get lazy again...
And this song is stuck in my head.
The lyrics attuned to my heart for the moment.
"Spinning infinity, boy
The wheel is spinning me
It's never-ending, never-ending
Same old story" - Foo Fighters, The Pretender
I want someone to teach me something new about myself.
someone to pull me apart before I can, and glue me back together because I can't.
I need to finish this sentence with someone else's words,
This girl in my head that knows...
I can see her skipping, forward.
Putting me in my place with a single finger to my mouth.
Its strong, I can sense it through her touch.
Everythings flexed, and I am left stunned.
More than this dark brunette's appearance, slightly curled hair above her shoulders
yet calmly below her round jawline. Her lipstick is red.
A solid color, but not too dramatic for her face. It doesn't take away from the frame.
It matches her eyes, a normal brown, nothing surreal about them.
She's not much shorter than I. I can tell when she lifts her hand away,
a faint smell of perfume lingering between nail and nose.
She skips with energy, away from my frozen stance,
unbalanced from being caught in mid-swing.
She is heading off towards the path by the woods.
Her shoes are leaving soft footprints in the dirt to follow.
I'm enticed to chase. I'm chasing.
My feet move before my brain tells them to.
But I don't have to say the words.
They know.
She knows.
It really does mess with me on those days I'm just not 100% confident or in a good mood.
Like today.
I got up early to drive a friend home since he needed a ride.
What a fucking bum.
So, I was annoyed with that. More so the time frame than doing it in the first place.
I was tired.
But, I asked her (since I haven't seen her in 3 weeks due to stuff going on in both our lives)
if she liked for me to stop by today after she got out of work, and before I went to my job.
No answer.
But she does keep texting me about her problems with a friend inviting himself
on her and her bff's roadtrip. Guess I know what's more important.
I'm in a sour mood today, so I'm taking more to heart than usual. Still, it hurts sometimes.
Just hard to sort out the frustration and trying to just be there for someone that doesnt care, I guess.
Sometimes, I don't mind changing that number to 4 weeks. Not right now anyway.
Sad to say, I ended up filling out some questionnaire stuff on okcupid since apparently someone made a joke profile for me.
Not that I need one. But, fuck it.
I'm stranded with the same faces all the time.
I want to meet someone new. I'm at a moment where I'm willing to go the distance.
Who knows when that'll run out and I'll get lazy again...
And this song is stuck in my head.
The lyrics attuned to my heart for the moment.
"Spinning infinity, boy
The wheel is spinning me
It's never-ending, never-ending
Same old story" - Foo Fighters, The Pretender
I want someone to teach me something new about myself.
someone to pull me apart before I can, and glue me back together because I can't.
I need to finish this sentence with someone else's words,
This girl in my head that knows...
I can see her skipping, forward.
Putting me in my place with a single finger to my mouth.
Its strong, I can sense it through her touch.
Everythings flexed, and I am left stunned.
More than this dark brunette's appearance, slightly curled hair above her shoulders
yet calmly below her round jawline. Her lipstick is red.
A solid color, but not too dramatic for her face. It doesn't take away from the frame.
It matches her eyes, a normal brown, nothing surreal about them.
She's not much shorter than I. I can tell when she lifts her hand away,
a faint smell of perfume lingering between nail and nose.
She skips with energy, away from my frozen stance,
unbalanced from being caught in mid-swing.
She is heading off towards the path by the woods.
Her shoes are leaving soft footprints in the dirt to follow.
I'm enticed to chase. I'm chasing.
My feet move before my brain tells them to.
But I don't have to say the words.
They know.
She knows.