10/20/04

I'm Fucked

I am sooooo in love with this punk. I'm sitting here thinking (2 glasses of wine deep), how much I want to be with him. Half of me hates him for his heart being somewhere else (at least half of it), and the other half of me wants to just lose myself in whoever he is. Feeling this way makes me want to leave his side, not ever speak to him again, slap him ,and curse him for making me feel this way, while at the same time surrendering to what my heart wants to be with him. This madness is sheer agony, my pain is ever more.