kamaitachi bliss
Sunday, February 25, 2007
I was thinking about things. You know, the usual stuff. Actually, this time, i'm thinking about you because I was afraid of the barking dogs outside. They kept tailing me and sniffing me and grrr-ing at my heels. Nothing more than that to scare the pants off of me. So, anyways, yeah, I was afraid like hell, so I started thinking about you. It's mazing really how I could even be so realistic, when I know i'm just daydreaming (or in this case, nightdreaming). I start thinking about how we could hold hands or hug each other, but i'm always saying yeah right or like that'll ever happen. Sure, i've supposedly given up on you, but no one has to know the small nasty pangs of your memories mixed into my fantasies. No, not the sick kind of fantasies, mind you. So there, I ruined my mood by thinking that again, and I was sooooo pissed that I didn't notice that the dogs have scurried to some place else. I hurried off to home, and here I am, writing this.
Sick.
smiled at the sun again @ 11:25 PM,
