||[Nov. 3rd, 2006|11:03 pm]
I thought it was getting better. I thought everything was getting better. I mean, I smiled again. I lauged and enjoyed every minute of my life, and now what's happened? It seems as if though I'm trapped. I'm stuck in some sort of corner, and all of the horrible things in my life are keeping me pinned against the wall. Do I just let them control me, keep me cornered, or push my way through with confidence and hope? Maybe I'll just sit down, let them look down upon me. It's not like they haven't before, that's what they're there for isn't it? All of those horrible things, just looking at me, pointing, laughing at my misery. Misery they've caused. And as I sit in this corner, this dark corner, I imagine; love. Oh how I long for love. To feel the warmth of his body as it's pressed against mine, life could never be so sweet. For days on end, I think about this. Those horrible things are still pointing, their arms will never get tired. I think of his face, his smile and touch. Someday; soon, I will get the strength to point back.