"I could write it better than you ever felt it."
Idiotic;
that is the way I feel.
I chose to let myself run;
so I could stop the feelings from actually being real.
Time;
that is what he gave me.
Only 4 days until my acceptance;
now he is acting shady.
Apathy;
that is what I wish I felt.
Lack of action for him, appears to be fun;
his bullshit, I should have smelt (sic).
"Writing, to me; is simply thinking through my fingers." — Isaac Asimovz [This blog is mainly one that concerns my life with my furbabies; Princess Coco and Mr. Whiskey, 'Chiweenies.' You've been warned.] My blog is mostly one of "journal-esque" (diary) entries with few real names being used to protect the innocent or to keep those who are not so innocent from being tracked down. View more posts
