The Atlantic Was Born Today

And I'll tell you how,
The clouds above opened up and let it out...

Death Cab For Cutie.
SO AMAZING.

I feel hazy, almost like I pieced myself together very sloppily today. I'm missing some things. My head is clouded and clear at the same time. I'm sick of keeping all the things I feel about situations in my life pushed down. I feel like I'm pretending to be nice, when in reality I'm being nice because I can't be an ass to someone I care about so much. When I wake up sometimes I just know he's been in my dreams. Other times I find myself thinking about the very last time I saw him. I miss his everything. So far I've done a damn good job of convincing myself that I didn't waste my time with him, that every sweet word, every smile, every kiss was as real and good and true as it felt. And I just wish that he would be upfront, but maybe he really doesn't doesn't know what he wants. Yet, with that theory, I am still secretly angry that he won't tell me what he wants of me, or that he won't tell me that he even wants me in that way anymore. Or maybe I am a stupid, naive girl, a girl with too much hope and a heart too big to even fit on my sleeve. A heart that is so big it could even scare some guys. What everyone fails to realize though, is that despite the size of my heart, it is more scared of you than you could ever be of it...


Oh no, I need you so much closer.
I need you so much closer.
So come on, come on...