Tunes in my head: Still Ill by The Smiths
Books of a page: And The Ass Saw The Angel by Nick Cave
Atmosphere: Jealous. Insanely jealous.
Under the iron bridge, we kissed. And I ended up with sore lips.
We live as we dream. Alone.
I don't enjoy being alone, and I don't want to be alone.
But at the same time, I wish to maintain my dreams, I suppose. I guess when people ask me "oh for fuck's sakes just ask her out already, she obviously loves you to bits", I'm scared of breaking the picture I have in my head.
Sure, could there be better? Yeah.
But it involves taking a risk, which I...I don't know. I want to do it but I'm seemingly unable to do it for whatever stupid fucking reason.
It's really sad and depressing and lonely.
So what can I do here? I know that yeah, in essence, I could jump into the darkness. But at the same time, what's the point of doing that when I practically know that I'll just get impaled there anyway.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment