Inside my chest?
It ain't perfect
But you should see me use it.
It only works when I make a mess
When it looks like
I'm about to lose it.
I don't have much to say today. Katrina's gone to San Francisco... and I'm lonely.
We all felt lonely and isolated in high school. The institution is constructed to produce that sensation. But I got out of high school and I realized that life didn't continue after that so much as begin, and although I didn't forget how miserable it could be, I haven't felt that way in most of the years since. That directionless ache for company and comfort that company and comfort don't satisfy... it's been a few years at least since I've felt it.
I know this will shock everyone, but I don't feel like analyzing this either... I just want to lie in someone's lap and cry, and have my hair petted and my shoulder rubbed.
Labels: Katrina, Missing You
posted by Rivaine # 5:14 PM 
