randiliscious

I'm not sure of
Anyone, Anyone
But I've got plans
I'm not asking
For everything
But sure I could
Use a hand

Get a little anxious
Sometimes you'll be gone
And I'll be left behind
Get a little nervous
Sometimes it'll be my cue
And I'll forget my lines
Get a little lost look
And some staring from
The corner of my eye
Never really mastered
Disinterest

I can't see how
The way that you leave me alone
Makes us close
I must be out of touch
I won't ask you
To give up on the things
That seem to keep you gone
But I can be gone too

Feel a little sorry
Sometimes you're not here
When I am writing
Feels a little awkward
Sometimes you won't talk
But we're not fighting
You hold onto your secrets
And I'm not privy
To what is on your mind
I can't help but feel tired
So tired
So tired
So tired
So tired

-d.c.

edited:

p.s. my car was stolen on friday night. someone please send it back to me. it has ALL of my pictures in it from forever in the trunk, all my vynl clothes, 80 cd's, all my fishnets, 10 pairs of shoes, an awesome ass denim jacket that cost me a shit load, and a bunch of other stuff that i can't live without. i wasn't done moving all my stuff... and my insurance only gives 250 for items in the car, i estimated 2600 worth is lost- not counting the emotional value of my photo's. grrrrrrrr. if you'd like to start a paypal account donated to me, i wouldn't mind.

i got a job. see occupation section. damn seasonal employment. almost wish i hadn't quit working for the parents. oh well, maybe i can pick up a few hours here and there, around the many V'sS hours i am not going to be getting... oh, and i had to take out my facial piercings. have no monroe to satiate my oral fixation. could be trouble. BUT, i can pick my nose clumsily now without worrying about the stud in it. this is strangely comforting...


i am very scattered lately. trying to pin down one feeling is like shootin' a fish in a bucket-no- in the ocean. no good. i just want to melt by the fire in his long arms and be ok. and not poor.