i wish my heart were more like a motorcycle engine. that way, i can just choose to stop it when i want to and get it fixed. unfortunately, it doesn't quite work that way and i find myself having to contest this sinking feeling while trying to do what i have to do.
it's the loneliest feeling when you get used to a certain level of companionship, only to have that taken away. it's the loneliest when you get used to someone caring, someone willing to listen, to having no one fill that space. it's loneliest when you get used to not being ignored, only to become just another loser again.
okay, i'm too tired to write properly.
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