And I'm not confident. I'm thinking that I feel really annoyed.. You judge me as being some kind of person thats wants more from you then I do and then you treat me like you want to be friends. You've got an idea of me that I don't know how to avoid and I don't know how to show otherwise and you seem to hold it like it's more real to you... then the breath of air that I breathe. Then I think I have something to say but it's never good enough. Then I don't think speaking is all the important but I feel as though I never gave it a chance or thought that there was possibilities. Then I think too much about you and it becomes too intense and one tracked, I don't think of anything else when there is things, many things that are part of life, that should be part of my life, that should be considered.
And afterall, do you even feel like you could say what you really wanted to say? While I'm trying to talk I wonder if it looks like I am, I wonder if I don't have my ears open or I guess that I would show that they were somehow. It's pointless when you don't get anything from this.
I wish I had of said more about the story for going to maccas. I'm getting tired but I wish.
The Cookies Are Old Yeah, True...
- March 04, 2005
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