Friday, October 08, 2004
This afternoon actually went pretty well. I was late getting to Matt's to get my hair cut, and ended up seeing Amanda soon after he was done. She came in when I was finishing off whatever he had picked off his plate for lunch. :P
We ended up spending the rest of the afternoon together. Went to Perkins for dinner after we stopped by my house. We ended up staying at the house for a while, I showed her Cyra and the dove (who still doesn't have a name). She also met that little monster Paddy, and his pansy mommy Willow.
I wish.... I could just be open with my feelings. But I don't know how.... I'm scared I'll mess up and never get a chance. Every time I finally manage to get the guts.... somethings takes that opportunity away. I wish I had more courage, so I could be more open. Take chances... It's hard for me to live like I'm gonna die the very next day before the sun even rises, when I know (or think) that something like that won't happen.
And none of these poems are saying what I want. And the ones I've written.... well.... I don't want to share one at the moment, I'm waiting to put it up at Fanfiction.Net. And they usually don't rhyme or make any sense what so ever.
I guess I wish I knew what I could say, but there's nothing. All I can do is hope I don't make a mistake by doing the wrong thing. Like leaving notes on windshields....
We ended up spending the rest of the afternoon together. Went to Perkins for dinner after we stopped by my house. We ended up staying at the house for a while, I showed her Cyra and the dove (who still doesn't have a name). She also met that little monster Paddy, and his pansy mommy Willow.
I wish.... I could just be open with my feelings. But I don't know how.... I'm scared I'll mess up and never get a chance. Every time I finally manage to get the guts.... somethings takes that opportunity away. I wish I had more courage, so I could be more open. Take chances... It's hard for me to live like I'm gonna die the very next day before the sun even rises, when I know (or think) that something like that won't happen.
And none of these poems are saying what I want. And the ones I've written.... well.... I don't want to share one at the moment, I'm waiting to put it up at Fanfiction.Net. And they usually don't rhyme or make any sense what so ever.
I guess I wish I knew what I could say, but there's nothing. All I can do is hope I don't make a mistake by doing the wrong thing. Like leaving notes on windshields....
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