What do you say?
Today was Emma's 5th Birthday. She's so cute. We put her hair in pigtails and stuff and gave her treats this morning before I went to school. I can't believe she's already 5. Time flies to quickly... Emma's my doggie, in case you were wondering if I suddenly produced a child of my own or something.
I just watched Everwood. It was good. But Amy's letter at the end made me cry. Next week's episode looks interesting with everyone having sex. Poor Dr. Brown. I wish I was Madison. For more reasons than one.
I feel so weird today. Like a part of me is missing. Or broken off of me or dislodged. I'm not sure what it was though. You don't realise it meant anything until it wasn't there anymore. But if I had to name it, I couldn't tell you. It's just a feeling, not really a thing. I got really melancholy and stuff today, I suppose, and wrote this dumb little poem/blurb while waiting for class...
When You're Not Around
The air is cold when you're not around.
Unmoving, unchanging.
All light fades when you're not around.
I don't know why but somehow I can't breathe.
When you're not around.
Somehow I'll move on.
I've made it this long without you.
Without us.
Signals flare.
Eyes wink.
I can't feel a thing.
I only wish.
Wish.
Wish you cared.
Wish you knew.
But you don't.
And never will.
I look around to see if maybe,
Maybe I missed you.
Missed your smile in the crowds.
Missed your call over the noise.
But there is no noise.
Just the deafening silence.
I'm all alone.
When you're not around.
Come back to me.
Please.
It's freezing in here.
I just watched Everwood. It was good. But Amy's letter at the end made me cry. Next week's episode looks interesting with everyone having sex. Poor Dr. Brown. I wish I was Madison. For more reasons than one.
I feel so weird today. Like a part of me is missing. Or broken off of me or dislodged. I'm not sure what it was though. You don't realise it meant anything until it wasn't there anymore. But if I had to name it, I couldn't tell you. It's just a feeling, not really a thing. I got really melancholy and stuff today, I suppose, and wrote this dumb little poem/blurb while waiting for class...
The air is cold when you're not around.
Unmoving, unchanging.
All light fades when you're not around.
I don't know why but somehow I can't breathe.
When you're not around.
Somehow I'll move on.
I've made it this long without you.
Without us.
Signals flare.
Eyes wink.
I can't feel a thing.
I only wish.
Wish.
Wish you cared.
Wish you knew.
But you don't.
And never will.
I look around to see if maybe,
Maybe I missed you.
Missed your smile in the crowds.
Missed your call over the noise.
But there is no noise.
Just the deafening silence.
I'm all alone.
When you're not around.
Come back to me.
Please.
It's freezing in here.