tell me more, tell me more.

the same way his heart keeps pounding, his mind still churns, and his lungs still breathe, he can't stop thinking of her. he tries not to be a bit of an Internet stalker, but he fails. he can't help himself from needing to have some contact with her as much as possible. he can't keep his emotions from doing all sorts of fucked up things that he doesn't want them to.  the winter break is supposed to be some amazing time filled with only lazy days and tea and warm, fuzzy things. he's been waiting so long to just sit back on the computer and catch up on all his shows. although it feels like a lie, he is just as busy as ever and breaks don't seem to exist. they never did, they never will.  just a few minutes and it will be only one week till Christmas. where does the time go? he tries to hold on so as not to miss it all. turns out that that doesn't work, who knew? he's as ready as he'll ever be. that doesn't say much considering he'll never be ready. tough shizz. all he can do is take in the world, hope for some beautiful spark to allow for the best of inspiration.  <3 <3