Angielove is in Tennessee
Saturday, Feb. 28, 2004 00:08

Why is it that when one, absolutely basic, emotion changes, they all follow suit?

Why is that tears left uncried from days ago have a tendency to settle somewhere between my chest and my pack and press hard on both sides?

Why is that missing one thing makes me miss so many others?

Why is it that some days I don't care, and other days I fall in love with everything I touch?

Why is it that I can observe myself, and my behavior, and loathe them, but continue, simply to fit into some mold of attention-getting?

Why is it that I am not rational?

Why is it that I expect others to stick up for me when I make a martyr of myself?

Why is it that it took tonight for me to recognize this pattern?

*sigh*

I'm not asleep and you're not here, the thought stops my heart.... -Finch