Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- On a bus. Come away with me in the night I know that you should always leave your online friends for real life. I know that you should never pass up having fun with breathing people for people you can't touch. I know that seeing and touching is more important than hearing. But, I thought I wasn't online any more, to any one. I thought I was past that and beyond it. I thought the point of the phone was to pretend I could see you, and touch you. So I'm back in the place where I feel like I've been taken off track, set 500 miles back down the road. I'm back to feeling unimportant, and this is the cycle of a pretend long-distance relationship without expectations, without commitment, because there are no answers. And I want to pull away again. Because it hurts too much to admit to staying awake this long. Because I don't know when you're coming home, or who you're with. And now, it really doesn't matter. Because you weren't there yesterday, and the news was stale and used air. I didn't really feel like telling you, because I had told the story 50 times by then, it's never as good as the first time. I know this is venting tonight, it will change tomorrow, maybe. I don't know. I just know I'm sick of being second because I'm invisible. 12:12 a.m. - 2003-03-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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