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I'm jealous because
The water gets to touch your skin.
I'm jealous because
Björk gets to see your day begin.
I'm jealous because
The floor can take your weight.
I'm jealous because
Your mind knows the things you hate.
But I won't be jealous no more
If you let me touch your skin.
I won't be jealous no more
If you let me see your day begin.
I won't be jealous no more
If you can share some of your weight.
And I won't be jealous no more
If you tell me the things that you hate.
Written by Evelyn
Thursday, March 29, 2007
2:41 PM
I know I haven't been updating much. Bear with me. Internet is so crappy back at Medley. And that usually pisses the hell out of me every night. Rhys has to deal with all the after/side effects. Meh.
So anyway, hm. Just a thought which I had to write down somewhere.
It's like I want to tell you everything face to face, or on the phone, that I have nothing to tell you online. It's weird, upsetting sometimes, but amazing too. It's so different from the days when we would be online for days at end, just chatting with each other. How did it change from endless things to chat online to nothing? Hm. Is it good? Or is it bad? When I see you online, my heart leaps, but after a few minutes, the conversation just dies down. But, it's different when I'm with you. I am constantly thinking of new things to say, new sounds to make (yea, you should know better... psh) and stuff. Hm. Intriguing.Dum dee dum.
I'm bored.