welcome.
Meow.
Meow. |
Please. Please. Please. I shouldn't assume, but there's not a whole lot else I can do. I want this to work so badly. So fucking badly. I just want words that try to explain themselves, So that maybe I have a reason to release this pent up feeling in tears. I want to cry. I have no reason to cry. So I can't cry. What the hell. What the hell. I've never felt so frustrated and scarred and worried and broken ever. You can call it seasonal depression. I can call it that too. I want this to be my fault. I want to be able to take blame. But I never have a reason too that I can see. Speak. Explain. Clarity please. Please. Because I feel neglected. I feel dropped. I feel rejected. And I feel completely and utterly confused. I want this. I don't want to give up on it. But when calls aren't returned And messages aren't answered And hellos aren't said And my presence isn't acknowledged at all. Well...I'm kind of looking for something to hold on to. I want something to hold on to. I want stable. But I'm stupid. And pathetic. And never set myself up for such things. asdfghjkl; Or, don't explain anything. And I'll wallow in the worst possible situation that could be happening. To answer your question, love, as of 7:40pm, 12/2/2010, I'm capable of tears. |
