philosophy is what you read off the cereal box

Friday, January 20, 2006

i dont know what's going on. i feel as if the world's crushing down onto me. i feel as if i can never express myself anymore. i dont get it. what're you playing at? why are you always doing those things to me. you act as if you like me, but i never knew whether you even like me or not. i told you everything about myself, my secrets, my feelings about what's happening. you were like my best friend. when i was down, you were there to get me back up on two feet. when i felt miserable, you pulled me out of misery, you were there for me whenever i was down, when ever i was woeful. but i just i was hoping that we'd be more than friends. eversince school reopened, everything changed. everything went sour. we never talked much, hardly anymore. i wish i could turn back the time, maybe just to save the last few moments before the school reopened. to remember how it was like to confide in you, to know that it was you whom i could trust in. it was like in years that i remembered having someone to confide in, to not be scared about you thinking im a wimp or whatever. i wish that i could turn things around. i wish that i had more courage. i wish that maybe you were the one who showed the first signs, make the first move. i wonder if what i feel is what you feel...

spinning a tale ; @ 9:55 pm
hidden agendas and stolen kisses;