Why are you so impersonal and insensitive? How can you stand it, to be so reclusive from concern and feeling? You say you are busy, but why are you online anyway?
I suppose it is to talk to people. But not me, perhaps?
I'm scared to ask you. I always seem to be a nuisance to you. Coincident or not, I always end up bothering you in some way. I do not want to, though.
I am hurt. I want you to be kind to me. I want you to be fond of me. I want so much of you. Should I just destroy my desires? Banish them from my heart and lock them away in the depths of memories with only your feelings as the key?
You don't know how I secretly cringe in pain. Not a big jolt of hurt, but just enough for me to despise and yet yearn for your presence. Why am I writing these things, if they only bring you up to hurt myself?
I suppose this is all in the process of getting over someone. Picking yourself from a fall, even though your injury may be stinging with cries of pain. Life moves on, and so should we.
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