Underoath is addictive, hence the wonderfully witty and somewhat plaguristic title of this entry.
Gah. I feel like my head is empty. I don't like the feeling - it's highly uncomfortable. I don't like feeling like, idunno I'm completely numb.
It's strange.
What's stranger is that I don't feel myself lusting after him anymore, (lets pray I didn't just jinx my chances of finally getting over him.) It was as if I finally came out of my cast, as if the broken bones healed.
It left me strangely baron, as if there was nothing to fill the empty space that my love and hope and desire once fit. I can't even dream abotu him so my dreams have just come in a jumble of pictures and colors.
i just want someone to hold me please?
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