['cause i'd rather beat you into romance than myself into submission.]
i've been running so fast since the fifteenth of may. i guess emotions are a month and thirteen days late. my body is now poisened from this pain. i want to talk about all the great people that have entered of re-entered my life since then. i want to talk about all of the false fun i've been having, but the knot in my stomach has found a way to my fingers and i am unwilling to ignore it this time. i'm not sure why this is so sudden. it could be from an outsider coming in and nearly instantly figuring me out. upon bringing it all to my attention, i came to the conclusion [this is a new for me] that he is someone i will keep around. but it could be the constant changing in my health patterns. maybe it's all the family i've been surrounded by the past few days. whatever it is, i wish it would go away. yes. i am weak and i like the easy way out. the only thing i want to take away from this is how to avoid every chance of caring too much about someone again.
/the tralatitious cross-eyed reply (to ansures found only in vast expanses of azure sky, infinity and undying nothingness, the joy of the purest white light sunshine) becomes a repetitious and abysmal routine, so the creature searches ceaselessly for a like mind.\
he has a point. i am always searching for something new. something different to keep me warm while the late night turns into early morning and all of the fallacies from hours before come rushing in, haunting my efforts of sleep.

i don't need you, but i want to.
- posted by angela @ 1:03 PM