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I'm staring out into the night,
And trying to hide the pain.
I'm going to the place where love
and feeling good don't ever cost a thing,
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.
I'm going home to the place where I belong,
where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm running from you know I think you got me all wrong,
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
-Chris Daughtry
Monday, September 03, 2007
8:39 PM
I was supposed to be doing my tutorials, but I allowed myself to be carried away by all the random thoughts in my head.
I wonder when I'll be able to sit down and ever talk about it in a sensible and mature way, without bitterness or that terrible aching in my heart.
Probably never, I suppose.
'Tis was a shock the other night when I realised exactly how small the world was. People who knew people who knew others who knew me. I don't know if I should have admitted what I did, or if I should have just kept my mouth shut - but you know what they say, it's no use crying over spilled milk. The subsequent conversation, though awfully short and seemingly meaningless, brought back the memories that I had been so determined to exorcise - all stuffed into the deepest recesses of my mind.
Funny how something that happened so long ago - something that was doomed to fail from the get go - could have such an impact on me. How a rather insignificant event in the grand scheme of things could have left such a indelible mark - as surely as if someone had taken a hot poker to me.
But then again, insignificant as it may have seemed to others, it's hard to deny that once upon a time - it was my life, my whole world - a lifetime ago.
I've no idea what it is exactly that I'm trying to say. But I'm not suprised, since you've always left me at a loss for words - why should anything change just because you're no longer here?
