How fickle my heart, how woozy my eyes

Its a disgusting sensation to find my emotions rebelling against me, even as I try to recover from painful heartbreak.

I've helped Kat get a cheap ticket to Shambhala, because she was having her doubts about her ability to afford it. I just wanted to be helpful, a kind gesture to show her that I hold no grudges.

And then these thoughts came to me.... the fantasy of a romantic reunion at Sham. Dave probably won't be going.... it'll be a week of her away from him. With me nearby.

I know its horribly unhealthy. And if that happens, I will HAVE to choose not to be with her.... with the plans I've made to move to Kelowna, I can't just go back on that. If she wants to be with me then, she'll have to deal with me living in a different town. And honestly, it'd be a terrible thing for me... I mean I need to focus on school, not a girlfriend in another city.

I can't help myself from hoping though. As I said, my emotions rebel against me. Even as I command them to not bring up such a topic in my mind... they continue.

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yes, it is from Mumford and Sons... an absolutely amazing band that I've discovered in the last week or so.

Alas you're also right about emotions. I'm forced to do the best I can with what I have.
mm i love love love mumford and sons. that is what your title is from, yes?

and i learned long ago we can't control our emotions, as much as we'd like to. it sucks but you just gotta roll with it.