he'll decide what he wants

I'll probably be the last to know

no one says until it shows and you see how it is

they want you or they don't

say yes

I'm in love with the world through the eyes of a boy

who's still around the morning after

I'm still not sure why I thought it was such a good idea at the time. It was probably the cup after can after cup of alcohol I had consumed during the evening, or the way he was whispering compliments into my ear, or the empowering feeling that I got from know that there was someone next to me that wanted me.

I know that's what it was - the fact that I feel so powerful and sexy and attactive to others when someone acts so into me and I'm not even really trying. I love that they say things that make me feel like one of the prettiest girls. Telling me that we should have met sooner, making sure that I hear all the things that any girl would ever want to hear.

And then...later on...when I've come to my senses and realize that everythign was just limited to that moment in time and most likely won't extend beyond those borders...I feel like shit. I kick myself for not realizing that sooner as I have several other times before.

It's not even like I do this sort of thing every often, but everytime I do I tell myself that I won't care one way or the other, whatever the outcome may be, but I know myself too well to actually believe that anymore.

i understand what I am now too proud to mention

::Sigh::

Anyway, life goes on. The snow continually falls and blankets all that it touches. Hmm...sometimes I wish that it could be that easy to cover up regretted actions.