Tonight,Tonight

My room feels wrong

The bed won't fit

I cannot seem to operate

And you, my love, are gone




I found this artist (it turns out I've actually been listening to her stuff on Pandora for months) and she seems to have the best lyrics of ANYONE around. I love when you find music that fits your exact mood. That always tickles me.


I cried again tonight, me, the one that never cries, cried again. Patrick told me that he's surprised I haven't called him crying yet, and then finished it up with that he was glad that I haven't. I am not the type to call ANYONE up crying, really. I love how people tell you things like that and then you think "well, if I was ever planning to, I guess that's out the window". 


So, I cried on the phone...silently...and let tears run down my face and told him it was allergies. He told me I could call him crying, if I wanted to. I just said "what good would that do?" and...I'm right, right? 


What good would it do?