| so wrong it's right. |
[Feb. 12th, 2008|10:02 pm] |
| [ | Feelin' A Little Bit |
| |  confused | ] |
| [ | La Musica |
| | The Background--Third Eye Blind | ] |
It's been one of those days
I can't think straight
Nothing I say makes sense
I don't even know how to properly count to ten
Or remember the rules to my favorite game
It could be from lack of food
Sleep
Or him
I can't help but be sick to my stomach with this awful feeling of not remembering how I felt, but somehow knowing I want to feel like that forever. All we did was talk, but we might as well have had a one-night-stand with how awkward I felt. Did I really act like that? Did I really say those things? Does he want to see me again? Is he thinking about me? What if I blew it?
And then the five second conversation as if we were just acquaintinces. That wasn't me with the witty banter or the casual contact. If I am no longer the girl who stayed out until 3:30 am just talking to you, what am I? |
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