When You're Gone

Found an old notebook (less than a year old i guess) today while cleaning up around the dorm room. Had a few intersting thoughts in them...so...

When You're Gone:

I miss your arm around my waist
and your fingers laced with mine
I miss the way your thumb draws circles on my hand
And the way my curves fit perfectly in yours as i move closer to lay my head on your shoulder
I miss your light touch as you absent mindedly play with the bracelets on my wrist
And the way i get so nervouse when i dont know what to say
I miss the way your smell lingers even after you leave
and when you're gone i wonder how it can hurt so much
to miss something you never had


A Little About Paradoxes

You run until it hurts, so that you can't feel the pain
You want so bad to love, but yet you push it all away
You hide by yourself so that you don't feel alone
You want someone to call, but you won't pick up the phone
You'll never say the words that may finally seal the deal
You just stand back hoping that somehow wounds will heal


And a random rant....

[insert name here] is driving me crazy
scratch that, I'm driving myself crazy by overanalyzing everything
I'm not one of those girls
I hear the voice in my head..it's one of those paranoid whiney ones
The echo of every girl i have ever told to stop being so dramatic.
That's me now...
And the people that say I play mind games...
they have NO idea



hmm...i dont remember going through this angsty stage...but yet, i do. I had just forgotten about it until a few hours ago..
interesting what life does to a person.