Sunday, November 09, 2003

Jennifer's changing, and all I can think is "I knew this would come." Lately everything she does or says just makes me angry. She's exactly the person I thought she would be. In the end, everyone is too predictable. I suggest we all get a clue, get a life, move ahead. Some, I guess, are stuck in the past, trapped in lives they try too hard to control.
Maybe I'm the only one who understands me. Hell, even I get lost sometimes.
I'm worried he'll soon see right through me. See that I'm not the girl he loves. She's my mask. She's the person I wish I could be. The real me is tucked deep down in the bottom of this pathetic suitcase. I'm afraid of conversation. I don't think we've shared one yet, and still he "loves me." I'm afraid that if I were to speak about something I "find important," he'll see right through every wall I've built.

.:dr0wningophelia:. 09:56 | |