i want that fleeting second.. by Angela Thomasfor me, firday night is just like every other night. i go to sleep
alone and then i wake up alone. there's no loving kisses in this
equation, there is no boyfriend, no lover, no nothing. i just sleep
and wake and school and work and rinse and repeat. my life
is like a neverending spin cycle and i just want to get to the part
when the washing machine stops. i thought that this whole time
it would be better when i was prettier, skinnier, softer, more made
up, less like me. but really, it doesn't matter. at least now, when
i'm pushing through a crowd, someone will let me pass but it
really doesn't matter because everyday when i wake up, there is
just one second when i imagine that a warm and caring body
full of love and admiration for me is laying next to me, but instead
i wake up and realize that i've pulled off my covers, wound
them around myself, and am on the verge of suffication. 01/15/2005 Posted on 01/15/2005 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
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