thinking.

sooo i don't know how to feel about this.
it's not a bad thing, and i know that.
i'm just confused.
and i have every right to be.

is this what i want?
is this what i should go for?
is this what i need to keep?
where do i go next, though?

what happens if it ends?
if it doesn't work?
if i fail?
what then?

it's not something i'm really considering.
but at the same time it is.
they're two questions;
related, but so attached.

who knows anymore?
certainly not i.
i think it's just because.
i think it's just going to happen.

and i'm not going to be able to;
nor will i try to...
stop it.

flattered?

how should i feel?
good?
bad?
nothing?

i mean, let's look at it this way:
we aren't friends.
i don't talk to you.
but you like me.

no, no, not like me.
you think i'm different.
but a good different.
a different that most people don't see.

i think this is a good thing.
i mean, i did once know you.
not well, but enough.
enough to talk to you for a whole season.

but at the same time;
this is random.
this is weird.
this is... different.

but i will thank you,
for what you think of me.
because it is a compliment;
and a huge one at that.

it's a new day here in wonderland

i miss this.

i think it had to do greatly with the fact that i took a creative writing class this semester, thus causing all my words to be thrown onto pages for that class....

but now i'm done.

i have nowhere to really say anything.

so i think i'm going to continue to write, but only in a place where not so many know i'm writing.