High and Dry

Missing my friend and assessing my life now at home with washed hair, good skin and solemn attitude.

Is there someday that you decide, this is what I want and I'm going for it? I want to know, looking at Sean and even Steve, how they escaped this, being so constrewed as I am, wanting more. I want it so badly. I want to be away, far away from all of this.

But at the cost of losing who took care of me? You know I've dated alot of men, no one ever took care of me like that.

I can't use being afraid as an excuse forever.

Crimson and everyone else says I'm right. I did the right thing. Since when did I care so much?

This si something I want. The best kind of want. The want you didn't realize you needed until you had it.

And let it go.

I called about four hundred times, no answer, no answer. I don't care anymore. What can I do? I know I'm capable of stronger emotions, more sharp senses of feelings. I created this and I let it go.

I'm not sure if that makes me feel better or worse. You picture yourself at last being let free of this evervescent lonliness, then to realise, you were alone all along.