The relevance of my life in yours is questionable at best.

December 8, 2006

Screaming at you at the top of my lungs — Only heard from between my own ears. And sometimes all I want is for you to care; it doesn’t even have to be in the same way. Your lack of response to compliments in the form of brief myspace comments and annoyingly long text messages leave me in sullen states. This is borderline pathetic by now. After all, I am only being myself, but who am I anymore. A glass half full kind of boy; I’m taking my naivety with me to the grave. As always, wanting to type “leaving it all in His hands” ; ever reiterate that to yourself so many times that it gets to the point of saying it just to get through the day? I know God is good and I trust in His promises, but I’m still praying intently that my head and heart are nothing less than genuine. It’s about time to move on. You obviously have. Sometimes I just don’t know nothin’ ’bout hopes or spirits or hearts or lungs or love.

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