Tonight, I'm feeling nostalgic. I'm remembering the time when I first wrote "iloveyou" in the pages of my diary in the 9th grade. But I was silly and naive and I didn't know what I was talking about. I still don't have a clue, but I'm getting somewhere, travelling at one hundred miles and hour.

Tonight, I'm feeling embarassed. embarassed about the fact that you know who I am and that I like it, and that you know what pushes my buttons. I'm embarassed of being poor and not being able to deal with my own fucking problems.

Tonight, I'm feeling lost. I miss you even though it's only been ten minutes and I'm standing in the middle of the woods and I don't have a map. It's time I gathered up the pieces of you and me and found my way home to your arms.

Libellés : life, love, mind

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