Evil Geniuses in a Nutshell

i've been tearing myself apart today... not sure why. At some point later tonight I may type up my poems, but I've stopped posting them on the internet, just because tripod is really pissing me off. If you want them, just ask and I'll send them your way...

everybody, with the sole exception of dark nova, thinks i should talk to dark angel... so i am going to. Right moment, right place kind of thing...

I find myself thinking a lot about the times dark angel and I spent together... the good ones, where we'd lie with each other, holding each other tightly, watching a movie... doesn't matter which. Those moments... in the dark, with her warm body under me, or head on my shoulder or my head on her shoulder... those moments are what i want... with her again, now. I find myself looking at anything, little things, tiny things and they remind me of her... the smell of incense... my blue jean jacket... and her. "The worst way to love somebody is to sit next to them and know you cannot have them." My MSN names are, for the most part, true. I long to have those days back again, with her by my side. The world seemed a good place, there was nothing I couldn't do. Nothing seemed to matter anymore either. And then... in a flash, it was gone.And I found myself, alone, in the dark without my love. Where was my love...

Gone

And you wonder why I'm depressed

I was talking to myself today... not a good sign

anyways

What will happen when dark angel hears what i have to say, i do not know... I can only hope it is something good... for if it is not, i may lose her forever...

anyways, im done for now... there is so much more i want to say, but i dont know how, so i might be back later