I fall in love with all the wrong people. I try really hard, but I think I only end up making a fool of myself. I’ve never been so ashamed of something I’ve done, I don’t think I have been.
It happens every night, I swear. I had a lot to say, but I feel like nothing I say matters. If it did, I wouldn’t be writing this now.
That wasn’t me.
I wish I had something to think about other that your death and departure.
When it’s raining, do you scurry from doorstep to doorstep getting wet all the while, or do you accept the fact that it’s raining and walk with dignity?
Do you ever feel completely useless and worthless to everyone? My efforts seem monumental to me, and they really do take a lot of time and energy. Indeed, I think about you constantly. But in the end, how is it possible that I’d be so ineffective, not even worthy of talking to despite my best and sincere efforts. Off-the-chart enthusiasm only gets me so far, at some point, I’d really appreciate some return. Then again, maybe I’m not really doing anything for anyone anyway. At any rate, I wish it would rain.
I’d bring an umbrella.
Wished for more time
Wished my car would start
Wished I could fly
Wished someone would take me away
Wished I had a puppy
Wished I was happier
Wished you’d forget about me
Wish I would have said something more clever
Wished I could be invisible
Wished I had witty comebacks
Wished we kept in touch
I wished for you.
Have some sympathy for me. Put me down easy, I’m a cracked plate.