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Katiepants ([personal profile] desertions) wrote2004-08-25 02:05 am

And No Of Course We Can't Be Friends, Not While I'm Still So Obbessed

Spent most of today and yesterday at Rachel's house
Felt kinda bad, she was trying to cheer me up, and I was mostly pretty mopey.
I even almost cried several times at her house
Espically when I saw her Fruits Basket poster, which made me think of Mitchell of course, since he cosplays as Shigure
Hell, he was in his Shigure costume when we first met...
She even put away her prom pictures of our group so I didn't get more depressed
I wish that I could just stop thinking about him
I want to call his cellphone, just to hear his voice on the machine
How pathetic is that?
This is why I don't like getting close to people
I do not handle loss well.
I've had too much of it, it affects me too deeply
Now there's this hollow feeling in my heart
Like I'll never feel properly happy again...
It's funny, how you never realize how much you need someone till they're gone...

Give me another chance. I can change. I can be perfect, whatever you want, whatever you need. Just don't leave me, just don't hurt me anymore. I love you....

Song of The Entry

Cup Of Coffee by Garbage

You tell me you don't love me over a cup of coffee
And I just have to look away

A million miles between us
Planets crashing to dust
I just let it fade away

I'm walking empty streets hoping we might meet
I see your car parked on the road
The light on at your window
I know for sure that you're home
But I just have to pass on by

So no of course we can't be friends
Not while I'm still this obsessed
I guess I always knew the score
This is how our story ends


I smoke your brand of cigarettes
And pray that you might give me a call
I lie around in bed all day just staring at the walls
Hanging round bars at night wishing I had never been born

And give myself to anyone who wants to take me home

So no of course we can't be friends
Not while I still feel like this
I guess I always knew the score
This is where our story ends


You left behind some clothes
My belly summersaults when I pick them off the floor
My friends all say they're worried

I'm looking far too skinny
I've stopped returning all their calls

And no of course we can't be friends
Not while I'm still so obsessed
I want to ask where I went wrong
But don't say anything at all


It took a cup of coffee
To prove that you don't love me