I have not been tweeting or blogging.
I know.
I've lost the urge to pen anything down. Totally lost it. All I do is lay awake at night thinking. Muse to myself. Come up with theories about life. Wonder why I bother.
I have no mood for any songs, cept those that make me cry. I'm not even talking about sad songs. I'm talking about songs that literally makes you cry. Well, literally makes me cry.
There's a corner of your heart just for me.
I would pack my bags, just to stay in the corner of your heart.
Just to stay in the corner of your heart.
I cried.
I am so beyond the world ridiculous.
I am confused. I think nobody understands me. I think I am very easy to understand. Why do you not understand me? I make the most sense in the world. Ryan understands me. I think. At least he makes me think he understands me. It doesn't matter.
Hokes understands me. I think. I fear I would never find anyone quite like him. Not even close.
Sometimes, I'm glad no one understands me. Sometimes, when people say," I understand." I want to scream. No you don't. You don't. If you did, you'd be feeling what I'm feeling. The gravity of the situation. You don't understand.
The same whirl of emotions would engulf you as it did me.
You don't understand.
Maybe you do understand. But you don't care enough. Because it's not you. So which is it?
You've just witnessed another failed attempt at another one of my theories.
This is different.
This is something Starbucks can't cure.
Something walking in the fields with the wind can't blow away. Probably would worsen my state of mind.
I think I'm bipolar.
Yeah right.
I'm just female. Ruled by hormones. I wonder what I'm like without those hormones. I probably wouldn't be me. But does that mean hormones = me?
WTF AM I ON ABOUT?
O_O
I don't know what I want. Just like everybody else.
No.
No I'm different.
I don't how to get what I want.
Just like everybody else.
No.
I'm no different.
Love (maybe),
Elle
Labels: Elle, Of Hokums and Honeystars, Random Mandoms, ryan pwns asses, The Queen
