October 18, 2009
A song with no name for lack of imagination
janish janish janish. I love you.
just toldyou because I feel so confused and tired and I dont know maybe if my life wasn't going down the drains like it is now
I would not be sniffing and crying in front of the comp right now trying to picture your face in my mind's eye, and just feeling helpless. s****ms****m isn't it just a drearypainful thing to be helpless, knowing there's no one just no one who's out there to save you?
and yes, rescue syndrome is on.
but I can't help stop the visions of paradise. why why whyandwhy am i feeling like this i dont know. just tell me that i am not alone i am not alone feeling lonely and pained because the man i love is showing me pictures of another woman in throes of an orgasm.
I cant i canticant take this. dont ask me where the pain is going.
I dont know but i will probably go mad if i haven't already. tell me just tell me that i am not alone. i cant get no happiness re. no happiness. keno jani na keno jani na.
In the years to come, this shall be a memory too.
Been there.
ReplyDeleteLike you said: "In the years to come, this shall be a memory too."
It will. A memory you half remember. And half believe.
to quote the oft quoted cliche --even this shall pass.
ReplyDeleteP, I just got out of a similiar phase. You are not alone.
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