I'm sick of feeling selfish, jealous, and... not normal. The definition of "addiction" is something along the lines of needing something to feel normal and without that something, you don't feel normal. If this is true, I'm an addict. Have you ever texted someone in your phonebook, "What's up?" or "How are you?", and as a reply you receive, "Who's this?" Has that ever happened to you? I'm beginning to realize, no matter how much I wish things were different; wishing's not going to accomplish shit in this world. I feel like a part of me is missing when I'm not with him. Like I'm not completely wherever my body's at. My mind sometimes is, but my heart... never. He takes the part of me that keeps me alive, breathing. Yet somehow, I still breath without him. It's a miracle that happens every day. I have no life outside of him. I'm the one doing the chasing, while others are running and hiding. He's the only one I can trust to follow me when I run. Laters. |