balloons

Balloons. Helium filled balloons.
I hold on to them real strong when I first get them. I don't want to let them go. They're light and amusing and when I run, they fly behind me.

Soon enough though, I go outside and let them go just to get the kicks out of seeing them soar up in the sky.

So then why?
Why do I get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I let them go?

Why do I feel sad as they soar up and above?

Why do I feel bad about losing them?

I let them go in the first place, didn't I?

So, why?

of distances and space

"At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. So this thing where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other, it's usually a load of bull. So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we've chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. No matter how much we hurt them. The people that are still with you at the end of the day, those are the ones worth keeping. And sure, sometimes close can be too close. But sometimes, that invasion of personal space, it can be exactly what you need." - Grey's Anatomy [some episode or the other]

I couldn't have said better myself.
Please, invade my space. I'm tired.

hug

[Click on the strip for a clearer picture]

So I don't know how old this Calvin n Hobbes is, and I can't post up a link to it either because someone sent it to me on msn telling me how this was "SO ME".

And it's true.. I normally don't care for hugs at ALL, but I crib when I'm stressed and seeing as I'm undergoing finals these days.. it's all inevitable.. and I love how it all fits.. ab-fuckin-solutely love it.

yaaaaaaaar, what the hell..
I'm tired of all this work, and the finals, and job searches and the freakin relationship realm of problems and distractions looming over my head..

I will fuck everything up.

Why doesn't anyone read my other blog? yeh kya cheapness hai.

I also think I might be crazily in love.. and homophobic.. and just random rambling right now.

bye.