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*today last year*
loose thoughts with a casual mind [24 Mar 2002|02:31am] [ mood | lonely ] [ music | clutch jesus on the dashboard ]
i saw him look at her. its not the same. they way they are together, it could be the jealousy it could be narcism. i dont know. i just wish i could look at someone like that agian. look at them with total adoration. look at them the way i did. i wish someone could see it all in me. see maybe that i am different, i am someone, not just another person. not the other person in that crowd of people. i dont want to be forgotten just another book tucked into a bookshelf. another book left unread. i dont want to be there. i want so much more for myself more than i can do, more than i could accomplish? who knows sometimes i cant help but look into my memories remembering nick and how much i loved (love) him. thats what i see when i look at him they are so much alike, i want to be with him because i see what he gave me. its not the same though i dont get the feeling i had with nick the pure excitement to be around him, the bliss i created, and enjoyed so much. i look in his eyes but i cant see the love that he had for me, i cant see that affection when he holds me. its not the comfortable feeling, its the lust the need to feel real, like i do exist. the need to feel like someone may need me or care for me, care for me the way he did. i lost it though just as i seem to loose everything i love so much, it always leaves, maybe i push it away. maybe im always looking for more instead of enjoying what i have. living the moment, not recalling the past and trying to achieve more than could ever be possible, trying to live the fairy tale, a fairy tale i try to make make myself believe is real, only to have that reason to go on. that reason to wake up in the morning, maybe i dont need it anymore. sometimes i can look in the mirror, sometimes i see this beautiful person but i soon realize its not me. its just that other person i always dream of being the person, i know i could never be agian. that little girl that still looks at the world so niave, but i know thats an impossiblity. i just wish i could sit back and believe that there is a prince charming for everyone. sometimes i sit try so hard to tell myself that one day there will be that one person that will make it come true, i look back and know that i had it, but i cant ever see it happening again, ive isolated myself from everything that could have been a good thing, isolated myself to the computer screen, system of a down, and my wonderful comfy bed.
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