Wow. I haven't written anything on here for four days [I'm not going to lie, I didn't really care up until I found out it was 4 days. I thought it was two]. All the days seem the same, especially when their nights pour rain.
To tell you the truth, "anger" [truly it's aggravation & impatience] has been building up inside of me for the last couple of days. Why? It's been a week, and I'm still sick. Where the heck are Ozzy & Drix when you need them?
I don't see how my best friend can even put up with me. Not returning texts [well actually that's just in general], not hanging out for a whole freaking week, when he's about to leave for the summer. If I was him, I would have unfriended me a long time ago [but then again, that'd leave me with very close to no one]. I don't deserve a friend as great as he is, and soon enough he's going to be leaving.
Why don't things work out the way they do in my storybooks? Where'd all those beautiful endings go, that are really just beginnings? I'm sitting, waiting in constant conflict, waiting for the climax to build up. That's when the story will explode and take on life itself.
"I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now
And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how
You're gonna be the one who saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall"
[I can't help but feel everything in my heart churn, hearing these lyrics- this song- that acoustic guitar.]