My days are spent daydreaming,
wishing,
plotting,
planning,
motivating,
thinking,
longing,
giving up.
It's funny how words,
phrases,
text messages,
or a lack there of,
can send me in to a spin,
my head dizzy with emotion.
This is such a rollercoaster.
The ride is fun for a little bit,
but the unpredicability is killing me.
I am black and white,
this is grey.
Tell me the answers,
even if they hurt,
at least I will know,
because the not knowing
is slowly taking it's toll.
Sep 26, 2010
Sep 26, 2010 at 9:46 PM UTC
My days are spent daydreaming,
wishing,
plotting,
planning,
motivating,
thinking,
longing,
giving up.
It's funny how words,
phrases,
text messages,
or a lack there of,
can send me in to a spin,
my head dizzy with emotion.
This is such a rollercoaster.
The ride is fun for a little bit,
but the unpredicability is killing me.
I am black and white,
this is grey.
Tell me the answers,
even if they hurt,
at least I will know,
because the not knowing
is slowly taking it's toll.
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