After A While, You Have To Be

I Am Starting To Get Tired Of Relying On Words.

When You Live As I Do, You Cannot Indulge In Jealousy. If You Do, It Will Rip You Apart.

Maybe, It's Not The Distance That's The Problem, But How You Handle It.

Instead I Head To The Computer And It's Like I Turn Into A Little Girl Who's Just Seen Her First Rainbow. I Get All Giddy And Nervous And Hopeful And Despairing And I Tell Myself Not To Look Obsessively At My Buddy List, But It Might As Well Be Projected Onto The Insides Of My Eyelids. At 8:05 His Name Pops Up, And I Start To Count. I Only Get To Twelve Before His Im Pops Up.

If You Want To Be Loved, Be A Lovable. It's A Good Place To Start.