Just me. Myself. My thoughts. In a place again with no emotion. Unsure. Yet still sure. Perhaps i stand confused. The emotions of a human are so unpredictable. In and out .. Up and down. You never know whats next. I love him. I hate him. I want him. I don't want to know him. Its like being alone with no one next to you to hear your every real thought. Confusion fogs the mind. And i wake up from the fog just to find it was only a moment, one moment of unsureness because once it cleared...He stood right there. Maybe I'm crazy or maybe I'm weird.NO. Perhaps I'm just human.
Me Myself And My Thoughts.
Angela Simmons (Open diary 2011)