"he held his breath to hold your hand" - elliot smith
<< 10:07 p.m. - Thursday, Jan. 16, 2003 >>
I need a boy right now. Somehow, I tell myself it will solve all my problems. Give me something else to think about for once. I wouldn�t be so self-centered. Just want to be touched. Held. Loved. Feel comfortable in my own itchy skin. Keep checking their eyes and finding them empty � uninterested. All I can do is twiddle my thumbs and think of homework I should be doing.

It�s as if everyone has left the train station in pairs and I�m still waiting for my taxi to come. So I sit awkwardly in the wooden benches and watch love swirl like thick incense. I�ve forgotten what love even is. Will someone help me find it?