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i can see it from the other side, the grass isn't always as green. | 08/05/2010 |
Currently: [Tick Tock:] 124am
[Ends In Y:] Thursday
[Munching:] Nothing
[Slurping:] Nothing
[Not Naked:] Valencia shirt & turtle shorts
[Air Pollution:] Mayday Parade: The Last Something That Meant Anything
[Chit-Chatting:] No one
Scream Me A Love Song. It started again. Or maybe it never ended. Whichever it is, I hate it. I quit. I threw in my towel. Waved my white flag. I did everything I could think of doing to put an end to this whole whatever, and it didn't stop. It didn't go away. It continued.
Why can't it just go away?! It's not like it ever moves forward. It moves backward a lot, and then it gets to a certain point and stops. It still continues, but in a non-moving fashion. It never takes steps forward. It just is.
I wish there was some kind of button that could turn feelings off. Just one push of a button and you could erase a feeling for existence. Or at least turn it off long enough for you to figure out what to do with it. Everything would be so much easier.
You'd think this would be easy for me to toss to the side. This boy is everything that annoys me about the male species. You'd think that, plus that fact that we never move forward (in any way) would be enough for me to kick him to the curb. To toss him out of my heart. Only it's not. It's not easy. Those reason aren't enough.
I hate not knowing what to do. I hate being stuck in the in between with this all the time. Just end or begin already. There's been more then enough pre-writing. Write this story or throw it out.
Ugh.
Shannon
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