Tuesday, January 19, 2010

My heart and my mind are out in the deep end of the despair pool

Will forcing myself to listen to his music hurt more than help? I can’t even get happy off nothing, but Shakeabadadown and the extended version of BAD. I find that sometimes I can blindly look at him or hear him. Like when I was at Wal-Mart last night. I was over at the display, but I didn’t internalize it. I find that more often than not I can’t even speak of him without tearing up.

Development: I can listen to the extended version of Keep It In The Closet and get happy. C’est na pas.

I’m just feeling like I don’t know how to love him right because I be running from him to avoid the pain.

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