I feel confused. Lonely. Broken. I feel lost inside my own mind. Trapped in a labyrinth I created, with no Ariadne to show me the way out. I feel doomed to wander in my own mind, prey to my own demons, hopelessly alone. But I don't want to be alone. No. For the first time in a long time, I don't see myself being happy alone. Like I'm missing something I didn't even know I should have.
16.9.10
I...don't know.
Shame on me for wanting you the way I fantasize about.
Shame on me for letting myself fall for you. I know better. I don't fall. Hell, I rarely crush. I'm always too busy. Too introverted. Too depressed. Too lost in my own head. I hate that world, but at least I'm comfortable there. This new world. These butterflies. This constant desire to know you better. To know what makes you tick. To get inside your head. It makes me a little queasy. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. It's definitely outside my own little world, that's for certain.
Shame on me for letting myself fall for you. I know better. I don't fall. Hell, I rarely crush. I'm always too busy. Too introverted. Too depressed. Too lost in my own head. I hate that world, but at least I'm comfortable there. This new world. These butterflies. This constant desire to know you better. To know what makes you tick. To get inside your head. It makes me a little queasy. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. It's definitely outside my own little world, that's for certain.
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