i hate it when we dont talk. it's no one's fault really, we're both just too tired. that's just the way it is, and that's that. i dont even have the heart to voice it out. if we have time, then yeah, we'll talk. okay, what am i doing, im repeating myself arent i.
sometimes when i feel blue, i yearn for someone to spill it out to but there's no one near. im too tired to call. and no, i wasnt willing to blabber everything to the cabdriver. not yet anyway. reflections are tempting, but beenthere donethat.
looking out the window, staring out into the lonely night sky, hearing wheels on gravel passing; i cant help but feel insignificantly puny. i feel strange and melancholic.
the heart did skip a beat when yummilicious keagan kang passed me by while at work. like 5 seconds. and his 'honey, let's go' broke my heart.
and if happy isnt here to cheer me up, then what else is there.
and what's the main objective of being around if you're not here.
shit, i have to stop this. im not sure if anything can stop me from burying my head in the ground. deep. very very deep.