If I went to New York would you have ignored me then too?

So he's been back for roughly a week.

I can't say I've missed him. I mean how can you miss someone you hardly talk to or have contact with.
Who ignores you?

I asked him how his trip was -- with everyone else who are not me and he didn't even bother to respond.

As though I hadn't said anything at all...

I think its time to meet someone new. Someone who sees me as more than just a ghost.




~ girl who may or may not be a ghost.

Dear Diary

I was never one for writing in journals for long periods of time but I am going to make a conscious effort with this. Right now its, about 7:45 pm and I am sitting on my couch eating a fish sandwich watching cartoons, waiting for the Peter Ustinov movie marathon on TCM to start, all the while debating whether or not to call or text him right now. I'd prefer to text if I were to do anything. He hates talking on the phone so he says.

"Not just with you -- anyone really..."

That's what he told me the last I actually got to hear his voice.

I want to hear his voice.
I want to see him smile.
I don't make him smile...I don't think anyone really can.

He inspires me to write, paint, draw, create.
But it doesn't appear to be enough.

It never will be...

I wish he could see what I see...

I see everything and more.

No I don't suppose I will do anything, except sit here and wait...

Though for what I have no idea?


-- Girl