Listening to "Photographs and Memories" - Jim Croce
YOU!
Why, why, why will you not let me move on? I get so close, and then he calls, or texts, and all of a sudden I am putty in his hands. I live four hours away now, and yet I still cannot let go. Why won't he let me?
Does he give a shit? Or is it guilt? Is it the fact that, as yet, no other girl will have him? Will he fall in love again and stop all this and stir up all the hurt again? Ergh, fuck the relentless questions. I'm sick of them.
So, today I was on the keys, playing away, bein cool. I was playing "Three Cheers For Five Years" by Mayday (if you don't know it, check it out), and I looked up and this guy Idon't know was standing in the doorway, watching. Me being the cool cat I am, I totally freaked. (That's the second time I've used the word "cool" in this paragraph. Great use of that famed vocab, Tess.) But he was all like, no, it's ok, I'm just listening. So I kept going. And when I finished, he was still there, just smiling and applauding me. So, I bowed.. And he waved, and he was gone. I have no idea who he was, or why he was at my school, but God! I wish I did.
Woot woot, I'm bored. I have the second series of Gossip Girl on the lappy, but I don't really feel like letting my brain cells rot tonight. I think I'll go find a guitar that no one's using. Mine still at home, frustrating.
Listening to "Photographs and Memories" - Jim Croce
YOU!
Why, why, why will you not let me move on? I get so close, and then he calls, or texts, and all of a sudden I am putty in his hands. I live four hours away now, and yet I still cannot let go. Why won't he let me?
Does he give a shit? Or is it guilt? Is it the fact that, as yet, no other girl will have him? Will he fall in love again and stop all this and stir up all the hurt again?
Ergh, fuck the relentless questions. I'm sick of them.
So, today I was on the keys, playing away, bein cool. I was playing "Three Cheers For Five Years" by Mayday (if you don't know it, check it out), and I looked up and this guy Idon't know was standing in the doorway, watching. Me being the cool cat I am, I totally freaked. (That's the second time I've used the word "cool" in this paragraph. Great use of that famed vocab, Tess.) But he was all like, no, it's ok, I'm just listening. So I kept going. And when I finished, he was still there, just smiling and applauding me. So, I bowed.. And he waved, and he was gone. I have no idea who he was, or why he was at my school, but God! I wish I did.
Woot woot, I'm bored. I have the second series of Gossip Girl on the lappy, but I don't really feel like letting my brain cells rot tonight. I think I'll go find a guitar that no one's using. Mine still at home, frustrating.
Toodles.