� stop, drop and drown � 2006-08-24 � 4:53 p.m. �
I feel it coming back again...
My soul hurts.
I blame talking about my younger days... when I think of it... it hurts. I try not to, but in the end it still hurts.
I blame myself for being too much like myself... I know you'll never get it...
There are times... times like last night at 12 am when I wanted to drown myself... or hold my breath... and I only had a boy in Australia and a boy in Montreal to hear me... Neither had much time for whining anyway... and I didn't want to whine... I wanted to cry...
I know I should have called just to cry... but I was afraid that talking would make the tears flow... and not stop... I was a fraid of drowning.
I still am.
Shake this... rid this... sell this...
I blame myself for loving you...
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