it's a long way down when your hopes are high as mountains.

so i feel like they are spinning.
spinning.
my thoughts are spinning.
perhaps spiraling..?
..no. spinning...
it's kind of a back and forth motion. that becomes circular.
(1)there's him. but he's an idiot.
(2)and there's him, but he called things off.
and now the him 1. is single and the residue of ancient memories of feelings i might have once had toward him is making it's self know.
and the him 2. has a girl. and i don't know.
i want to be happy for him.
but i liked him better distrought and awkward.
no more of this happy shit.

sorry. both of the him's should really be more depressed.
mhmm.

oh well.
and then there's you.
you seem to have potential.
but your eyes say you have baggage.
i guess that's alright.
as long as there's not so much i have to help you carry it.
sorry.
i only carry my own crap.
but you seem sweet. i wish i knew your name though.
i've talked to you quite a few times now.
but have i asked your name?
nope.

LAME>