Thinking....

This song has been running through my head all day.... the topic of a heartbreaker from the past came up in conversation with a friend.

The lyrics that really strike me would probably be:

I want you to know it's a little fucked up that i'm stuck here waiting, no longer debating.

Tired of sitting, and hating, and making these excuses for why you're not around, and feeling so useless.

Seems one thing has been true all along... don't really know what you got till it's gone.

I've guess I've had it with you and your career.

When you come back, I won't be here. And you can sing it.

It makes me think of what I've done wrong, but how there's always that turning point in heartbreak- when you realize that they're not in your life, that it's only you, and now you have to take the reins.

Spent another night staying up till 2 am talking to Varsity Jacket. Even over text he's articulate and opinionated. Didn't know you could express much more than "LOL" from a text.

Got greek food with Pops today. We watched Kitchen Nightmares this morning and they were at a greek restaurant, and I just said "Hell yeah, I want some calamari now."

Dressing up for halloween tomorrow- a gothic witch, my third costume. (The first two were Jessica Rabbit, and a Rage virus Zombie from "28 Days Later") I'll just wear my Tripp dress from Trash and Vaudeville.

What else can I say to the empty universe of the web? Except maybe that I'm searching, searching for something. Could be heaven, could be hell. I just want to find the one place where I'm happy- whether it's on another continent or in the arms of some wonderful guy.

...Then again, don't we all?

-V.