I wish I weren't familiar with this feeling, but I am. The overpowering desire to be alone, the quietness, the aloofness... When I'm this "sad," I don't even give in to my usual bad habits.
I'm tired of living in a daze. I want to...
"...feel the city breathing, chest heaving, against the flesh of the evening."
"Time is going to take my mind and carry it far away where I can fly.
The depth of life will dim my temptation to live for you.
If I were to be alone, silence would rock my tears,
'cos it's all about love and I know better, how life is a waving feather...
So I put my arms around you, around you, and I know that I'll be leaving soon.
My eyes are on you, they're on you, and you see that I can't stop shaking.
No, I won't step back, but I look down to hide from your eyes, 'cos what I feel is so sweet,
and I'm scared that even my own breath, oh, could burst, if it were a bubble, and I'd better dream if I have to struggle.
So I put my arms around you, around you, and I hope that I will do no wrong.
My eyes are on you, they're on you, and I hope that you won't hurt me.
I'm dancing in a room as if I was in the woods with you,
No need for anything but music.
Music's the reason why I know time still exists,
time still exists,
time still exists,
time still exists.
So I just put my arms around you, around you, and I hope that I will do no wrong.
My eyes are on you, they're on you, and I hope that you won't hurt me.
My arms around you, they're around you, and I hope that I will do no wrong.
My eyes are on you, they're on you, they're on you, my eyes..."
I see debauchery and promiscuity as a weakness. I see it as a lack of self-control. I find what other people do ridiculous—must I even state this?
What a disappointment.
...I'm going to end up alone, aren't I?
I am attracted to a lot of men to whom I shouldn't be attracted: a customer, one of my instructors...
They stay with me after I leave.
I'm a hopeless romantic. I woke up from a dream about someone, only to read an e-mail from him—via iPod Touch—while still in bed. The odd thing was that in the dream, I was in bed with his friend, looking at him. In the dream, I was told he showers frequently.
