just a check up on life:

Love life: zero

Level of self conciousness: High but in progress

Jealouse: unchanged (high)

Social life: kinda lacking

Amount of alcohol consumed this week: nada

Time online: constantly

Studies: N/A

Health: sick.

friend contact: Call only

Sunlight: present but avoided

Number of free days left: 3

 
So how am I? 

Splendid, isn't it obvious.

Stop Talking

Can't you see that I don't want you!?
You can't just go up and kiss me like that
I don't want you to talk to me as if everything is the same!

AHHHH

I'm not the sort of person..
Who falls..
In and quickly out of love..

But to you I gave my affection..
Right from the start..

And If i have a lover..
Who loves me..
How could I break such a heart..
Yet you still get my attention..
right from the start...

Why do you come here..
When you know I've got troubles enough..

Why do you call me..
When you know I can't answer the phone..

You make me lie..
When I don't want to..
And make someone else..
Some kind of unknowing fool..
You make me stay
When I should not..
Are you so strong..
Or it's the weakness in me..

Why do you come here..
And pretend to be just passing by..
When I need to see you..
And I need to hold you..
Tightly...baby

Feeling guilty...worried..
Waking from tormented sleep..
This old love has me bound..
But the new love cuts deep..

If I choose now..
I'll lose out..
'Coz one of us has to fall..
I need you..
And u...alone

Why do you come here..
When you know I've got troubles enough

Why do you call me
When you know i cant answer the phone

Make me lie when i don't want to
And make someone else some kind of unknowing fool

You make me stay when i should not
Are you so strong or it's the weakness in me

Why do you come here and pretend to be just passing by
When i need to see you
And i need to hold you...
Tightly....

ohhhhhh 

Confused and guilty

When we kissed it felt right, and hot and nice..... but then we stopped and in that moment of silence.... my head burst.

What do I want?

Fantasies are more than substitutes for unpleasant reality; they are also dress rehearsals, plans. All acts performed in the world begin in the imagination.