I drove around for a long while after work tonight listening to 'that' song. I feel lost and consfused. I feel like everything is falling apart, like things are going missing. I drove by you a few times, but you were with people, and besides, your interests lie elsewhere now. Or your priorities changed, and sometimes, people get scared when they fall from the top of things. I wanted someone to talk to and to just be able to cry and have them hold me. But there was nobody. Besides, it never feels the same. You don't understand. It's not okay. You're not the same. And worst of all, I don't think you care. You're too busy persuing this new you. I'm here, and I don't know where I'm going. Jealousy's a terrible thing. Goodbye smootchie wootchies. I think it's actually over.
music. american love - haste the day