Saturday, May 7, 2011

like talking to myself.

is being loved more important than being understood? while part of me feels there are just a certain way things should be when it comes to love I suppose I should know better than to think I know anything.

one person. one person to get me, for the rest of my life. be it friend or boyfriend. seems like so much to ask.

I started thinking maybe I'm in this place again, feeling like no one understands me, having 3 of the people closet in the world to me leave to be pushed to the limits of myself. maybe I wouldnt feel so alone if I understood myself better.? the universe is screaming at me. if only I could decipher her barbed tongue.

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