I've realized that what bothers me most isn't the things you forget or no longer feel the need or desire to say, but it's that, in turn, I don't feel like I can tell you the things I'm thinking; the things I want you to know. I'll try, give a little bit of effort just to see... but you don't want to hear it anymore ( Read more... )

This entry takes the place of one (1) private entry.

[So I'm writing, you just don't know it. Sneaky.]

I'm finding myself hiding from you.
I should /never/ want to hide from you.
What's going on?
I just don't want to be reminded of what no longer is.

I haven't been online in a while... like, at the computer at all. Crazy stuff, haha. What happened to my addiction?? I suppose everything fades within time ( Read more... )

I despise my dreams.

They make me believe I'm close to you.

Underneath the shade of this tree,
Please look me in the eyes...
and tell me you love me

because I need to hear that lie.

I really hope I'll be okay without you.

Today was kind of nice... started out as such, anyway ( Read more... )

I have this deep discussion I want to get into [and by discussion I mean me writing and you reading it], but every time I sit down at the computer I really don't feel like getting into anything ( Read more... )

I'm sort of amazed with all of my extremely short entries, just because it's pretty unlike me to do so. I figure, though, that it's better than not posting anything. Things *are* happening, more or less; mainly just thinking things out, making decisions, remembering, longing... nothing in the physical realm ( Read more... )