i get happy, i get sad, i get lonely, and i want to hug you. some more than others. and some just as much. i get tired, and i get restless, and i get bored, and i get dissatisfied with the lay of things. i get excited, i get ecstatic, i get cold, and i get homesick. and i wish you'd call me. and then you don't even say goodnight. i get jealous and i get uneasy, and i get scared. and i just want it to be simple, but i guess that's not how things play out in real life, huh? i think i read too many fairy tales. my imagination has a way of taking flight that doesn't leave much room for anything but a colossal descent. but hey, it's cool... it's just something that happens. and sometimes i smile and sometimes i frown, but mostly i just wish you were around. i don't know if i should make this private or not, which is troublesome. i'll gooooooooooo withhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh not. for now.