Something is Not the Same April 5, 2010 blotted aT 10:38 PM maryl Three hundred words and five hundred teardrops later you realize that these moments are not worth wasting your life on.  Every glance you throw his way will never earn you an ounce of affection, not even a miniscule of sympathy.  All you’ll ever gain is a blank stare back with no sense of attachment or recognition. It is a sad eventuality- to wake up one morning and feel the emptiness that fed your delusions. What are you really craving for? Touch? Feel? Feelings?  Most often you search for companionship and (shame on you) Fulfillment. You look on to other people to fill the void that you cannot SEEM to fill.  But looking through your life, the sick and sorry excuse you were always so proud of, is just that- an excuse, a demented way of consoling yourself of the things you are afraid of failing or maybe succeeding at. It’s a cloak you hide in, a mask you put on and ultimately only the life you chose to live Currently listening to: Defying Gravity drink here.