It’s Monday morning. I’m not used to having nothing to do. It’s Monday morning, time to work. I don’t think I can handle going through all my boxes for the move. I don’t think my heart can handle it just yet especially after the incredibly ill-timed text I got from my Ex yesterday. He had four whole months to miss me, why now? Why when I’m finally putting all the pieces back together, does he decide to show up just to scatter them again?
So now it is RETREAT into the creating world. Of course this means more crime documentaries and forgetting that sunlight exists. For now, I’m just going to have to keep creating my own little world. It’s safer that way.
Gotta keep busy somehow because I seriously don’t feel like cleaning all the time.
Awww, I really do miss college!
Gotta keep making the magic.
I wanna smash your fears
And get drunken off your tears
Don’t you share your smile with anyone else but me
I wanna touch your heart
I wanna crush it in my hands
Make you plead and cry as you give up all the lies
We’re not lovers
But more than friends
Put a flame to every single word you ever said
No more crying
To get me through
I’ll keep dancing till the morning with somebody new
Tonight I’m getting over you