Conundrum

I just had a weird dream. It caught me by surprise. I guess all or most dreams are like that. But this dream... is like one that I have had before. Every aspect of the dream felt so real. It was like a combination of built up emotions and thoughts. May be Jung is right. But then again, Freud can be right also.

I still have much to learn.

All I wanted was a fucking thank you.

Just a little appreciation.

what ever

When I ask for nothing, its what I get.

*sighs*

thats all it has been... sighs

when your life does two 180's then it looks like you ended up back where you were.
Well, I am kind of back to where I was before, except doing all those turns left me dizzy.

And I'm lost
And I'm confused
Everyone sees this perfect shell of Tom
But on the inside, it's a tangled up web of mess

All I want is her...
I kind of saw it coming, but I believed in it so much, that when the truth finally hit me, I refused to believe it. Any of it. But it keeps on coming, day by day, like a faucet, it drips into the hole in my heart. With each drop, I sink into the ground. Its not gravity. Its not quick sand. Its a tremendous weight. Unlike the weight I took off my chest, this one will stay with me, drowning me in a sea of my own grief, until one day, I lift this burden off of me and I rise to the surface. To either see the light of her smile or the darkness of my tears.