| Mar. 17th, 2005 @ 02:18 pm tangled mass of confusion |
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Current Mood:  not completely sure...
Current Music: innocent.---our lady peace
The same sensuality transpired. I need him now more than ever. When he leaves, I shall be crushed. For eternity. This lust he gives me is all I know. I feel so barbaric, showing my lust this openly, but I also feel free. Like nothing can touch me. Has anyone ever gotten that feeling? Probably so, but I feel like I can fly. It’s just so damn complicated. I know what my life is. I know what it should be. I know that the two are nothing alike. I know what I’d have to do if I wanted to change it. But I’m not sure at this point if I want it changed. I’m enjoying the ecstasy, the lust, the animosity of it all. I think, above all, I enjoy my own confusion. I enjoy my frustration. I enjoy the feeling I get when I’m intoxicated. I love this feeling I have now..... the little voice inside my head that says, “Just go ahead and do it, Kristin. You won’t regret it. Just don’t tell anybody. Give into your desires.” And I’m about to do just that. I’m about to let it all get tangled up.... but what happens if I can’t take it? What happens if my body is willing, but my soul is not? Will I become a mass of tangled anger and frustration? We’ll have to see, because at this point, he’s all I want. |