I AM.. "the angel with the amber halo, black hair, and the devil's pitch fork.."
everything feels so good, and yet i'm so torn.
why do i feel like distancing myself from something good.
something's not feeling right.
and i feel like becoming reclusive.
i need him to talk to me. i need him to tell me something about us.
and yet, i really don't want to touch upon it, and just be elusive about everything.
someday, sometime, soon... something's going to cause a crash and burn scenario... and then i can see the situation giving us a kick in the head and make us realize what the fuck is going on.
i'm so confused.
i need him to be mine.
MINE.
mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine.
MINE.
dammit.
12:53am - 2001-01-24
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