Something Amiss

I actually really hate scheduled posting--I get enraged at the mere thought of it, but I have no choice. The more I think about it, the more I feel like being a blogger might be my dream opportunity.

Staying up makes me cry. Why can't I get over you, even in critical times like these? Maybe it's because I need you more than ever. But you'll never know because I'll never tell you, and you never listen.

But I'm a girl, I'm good at multitasking. I'll just weep and highlight my notes, rock back and forth, hug my knees and pray for you.

Wishing the rain would pour right now. Wash me away.

Anguished heart be still.