saturday blues.

I don’t know why I’m frightened of you people tonight.

Maybe it’s because I’m not telling you everything lately.

Maybe it’s because I know that I should.

Maybe it’s because I know that I shouldn’t.

                I know, I’m being confusing. Sorry, but it’s been a confusing day.

I’d really, really like to be home tonight.  Which is something I haven’t cried for in a while.

I wish I could talk to my mom tonight. I wish I could go sit on the couch with her and talk about my life. I wish we could have watched 48 hours mystery together tonight. I wish I could yell “ROBIN” at the top of my lungs and she’d magically be here.

I wish I could hug my dad tonight. I wish I could just be little for a moment and sit on the steps with him like the old days. I wish we could talk Seinfeld together.  I miss our quiet times.

Today was a very lonely day. Maybe it’s because I was out way, way past my bedtime last night (which was entirely worth it), maybe it’s because I made a thousand oreo’s today, maybe it's because I can't stop listening to super bass, or maybe it’s because I got all dressed up only to have nowhere to go.

He didn’t even say he was sorry.