And its not often that I get this way

Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air.

Why is this something I have to hide from those that are supposed to care about me most?

Because they're not there by choice. They're there because of nature.

Your friends are there because they want to be. And they'll support you through the difference.

You often worry me. Sometimes I just don't know what to do with you... but if things keep going the way they are I'll be ready to drop the L-bomb right back on you, soon.

We have very different lives.

Peeking Pete.

Sometimes I feel like just laying there.

I stand at the sink. The water flows over my hands. Its warm, and it feels nice. I close my eyes. I am so sick. You come up behind me and rub my back. It feels good to be taken care of.

I close my eyes now. I can hear the click and clack of the keyboard as I type. The house is quiet.

The walls are white. Too white. It's starting to become depressing.

I know I can count on you.

100km/hr winds.

Bumblebees everywhere, right before fall.

Wined and dined like never before.

And I'm not sure what 'that' is.

You've got the love I need to see me through.