gillian (lostvegetation) wrote, @ 2009-07-27 22:57:00

lonely planet
there's a buzz in the air that seems to be getting louder.
i hate this feeling; like everything is so empty and brittle and breakable. there's nothing to be done about it, it's just the world you happen to inhabit.

why do i still think about certain people? i just want to reach them somehow, sometimes. there's no way. that's why i think of them. there was no closure.

i'm questioning all of my memories. i think i'm so sharp, but things bleed together.

i feel lonely in this house. would i feel more alone if someone else were here?
i hate this feeling; like nothing's ever gonna fill me up.

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