i mean to astonish you all.

-jo march

but I am not Jo March. I am not anyone. Sad and pathetic? I am waiting for someone new to come and hold me. We all want someone we don't know to make love to us. With their eyes, their hands, their words, their thoughts. We don't really mind. We just want it somehow - anyway really. But it never comes. It's as though we are stuck but we are never exactly sure what we are stuck in and what we are waiting for. Well I check facebook every four minutes or so because you never know what might happen. Someone this very second may be composing an exciting, enthralling message designed to enlighten me on my journey. You never know. And there's the thrill. The hope. For even the word hopeless has hope in it. But that is just lame. I know this kid - correction - I knew this kid and he may have been in love with me. I never could work out it. I don't know why I am thinking of him now of all times. I am not feeling nostalgic and if I am, I don't want to be.

What do I want? I want to hide and I want to cry. I want to cry and cry.