Journal #5
Saturday night, another weekend wasted. I should be making senior memories but every time i try to do something, some complication or even turns up and I can't do anything. I'm kinda feelin tired, cold, and lonely right now. All I want right now is to hold that special someone. I just want to hold her in a tight, hugging embrace with her sweet smelling hair in my face, our warm cheeks pressed against each others, and our arms around each others bodies. Loneliness overwhelms when I think about that special someone, wondering where she's at or if I'll ever find her. She's out there, I feel it. But will our paths ever cross? Will I walk the street of gold or the boulevard of broken dreams? Wherever you are, I hope that I find you someday and I hope you know that i'm praying for you. My heart aches for her, impatiently awaiting her angellic voice and warm touch. I must seem pitiful, being as impatient and depressingly poetic as I am. So I apologize yet again readers for yet another uninteresting journal entry. I hope your nights fare better than mine
End of Journal #5 February 12, 2005
