False starts and bleeding hearts.

Thankfully my best friend seems to have put all thoughts of South Korea to one side for the moment.

There was a moment where I was worried that my feelings went beyond that of friendship but the more I think about it the more I'm sure that they don't.

I'm just a bit protective of him, because he is so similar to me, when he is vulnerable.

I am suffering from frenzied insomnia tonight. I wish I had the energy to write about the things that are keeping me awake, but I can't quite find the words and they would only make me cry.

I'm so very lonely, and I'm so very scared of life, and although I'm thankful for what I have... I wish for that little something more. Overblown passionate gusts to blow the cobwebs away.

It's nights like this that spirit me away on yearning clouds to thoughts of my ex, 1.2, and I play out the happy times like a film. So long ago. So fucking long ago. Will I ever love again? Will I ever be loved again?
 
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