Fog

Every time I write a new post, there's a specific attitude behind it.. And lately, I've been swinging way too much..

Part of it because I'm insane, yes.. But the other part, is because you're confusing the heck out of me..

Make up your mind, please.

For real? For reeeeaaal???

Back to the lies.
No wait, you never really got rid of that habit in the first place, so we're still on the same page.

I never expected your "babe, I'm home!" so don't start treating me as if you're doing me a favor.
With that history of yours? Man.. You better take care..

I'm sorry that you got bored of your tramps.

A muddled state of mind

I never liked waiting.
I'm not sure how to handle it. It gets on my nerves and makes me very stressed.

So now what?
I have to sit down, wait for a while, act as if nothing's going on?

Make up your mind.

Come to me..
I'll hold you tight.. I'll keep you warm, I'll keep you safe.. I'll mend your heart and love you forever.


I know I'm deluded.. But I love this illusion.. It's keeping me alive..
Ugh.. What am I supposed to do?!

Deluded.. So deluded

Of course I am..

I say horrible things about you, but at the end of the day, when I go to bed, you're my last thought before I fall asleep..
And when I wake up, you're the first thing on my mind..
As for the time between sleeping and waking up.. I spend it struggling and fighting with my inner self.. Because I miss you even though I shouldn't.. Because I love you, and it's stupid..
Stupidity, guilt and confusion are killing me..

Maybe we should both die at the same time.. And then our souls might get together again.

I miss having a cat..
Actually, I miss Poosy..