I hate this feeling.
And I hate hating how I feel.
The funny thing is I have no way of describing how I feel other than through the word
RAWR.
{which has more than enough meanings to confuse me}
Is it 'RAWR; I love you' ?
or
Is it 'RAWR; I'm-a tear you limb from limb and eat your brains out' if you don't stop NOW...?
RAWR.
{which has more than enough meanings to confuse me}
Is it 'RAWR; I love you' ?
or
Is it 'RAWR; I'm-a tear you limb from limb and eat your brains out' if you don't stop NOW...?
And OH MAN I wish I could be like Calvin,
turn in to a big ol' T-Rex
just to snack on whoever makes me feel this way.
Yeah... that sounds really good right about now.
{om nom nom}
That's kinda violent...
Sorry.
OK.
Just breathe.
BREATHING.
I think it's because I don't like feeling ...
Lost?
Nope.
Used?
Nada.
with no idea where the ball could land?
....
...... ......
Yeah, that's it.
Sooo, um RAWR.
I am trying so SO very HARD to make things right.
to be the elusive 'T' word:
Trusting.
{and thats a stretch for me}
But it's tough when a girl doesn't have any IDEA
of where things are going.
Enlightening would be welcome, please.
I hate beating around the bush.
But even if I ask; all I will get is more beating around the freaking bush.
...or WORSE:
a question.
A QUESTION thrown back at me to divert the conversation.
OR
Maybe a joke...
who knows.
RAWR.
I know what I want.
but do you?
Not Knowing...
That's what I hate.


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