Friday, November 16, 2007

you'll be sorry when i'm gone.

i don't know what to say.
not that i have anything to say in the first place.
my hands were shaking when i read it. not from shock...from heartbreak.
for myself and for you.

it's kindof strange, everytime i see them together now i get this little pang of sadness;
i feel like i'm feeling it for you.

i almost wish you hadn't told me.
i'm so glad that you can trust me like that, but now i want to fix you so you don't hurt anymore.
to feel so emotionally numb for so long-
i can't imagine that and yet i know the feeling.
i hate the way you signed/underlined "your friend", even though it means you're just being a loyal one.
but i hate when any boy does that. signs notes/letters/cards with that i mean.
especially boys like you.

speaking of boys-
what's up with you?
what did i do? did you just get tired of me or what?
i wouldn't be surprised though. they always do.
not good enough vs. good enough for a week. story of my (love) life.

i want to get away with you.
let's go somewhere, spend all our money, make bad decisions and forget everyone.
we'll go far enough away that even our problems can't find us.
you're crazy and i'm crazy about you so it should all balance out right

"he says he's so in love, he's finally got it right
i wonder if he knows he's all i think about at night"