My journal has become personified
I used to talk to you both through it
Somehow I thought you were listening
But now as I realize things that are wrong
I see how this journal is neither of you
It is on the part that used to listen
A part that no longer exists for me
Now, it seems all I have left is an empty journal in which to spew my thoughts
just to get them the fuck out of my head
I never realized another human soul
could misunderstand the need to vent
I'm suddenly remembering the day I stopped watching Boy Meets World. Cory had started having feelings for another girl. Tapanga told him to go out with her to see what he felt, to assure that they would be o.k.. So he did jsut as she asked him to, told him to. And when he came bakc and told her that the only girl he loved was her, she threw it in his face, said he shouldv'e known without leaving her side. She left him. She left him for doing what she had asked him to do.
So I wrote out everything I felt that night, just like I was asked to do.
And by morning I had lost everything
Because I did what I was asked.
Mood: Confused
Current Music: Dad's alarm through the vent |
