In Which Tom is Tom and Lissa is Lissa

i try to believe in every morning,
looking out at the sky,
knowing i should just let it go.
but every little thing just stabs like needles,
makes me shiver inside.
you make it so hard to have faith in you.

Tom didn't call. No real surprise there, or at least there shouldn't have been. Disappointment eating away at me, why yes there is. I feel poisoned. Subtly, so. And it made me feel a great deal of confused emotions to go to the Utopia Theory board and see...that it's like nothing has changed.

I always think I've changed, but maybe I haven't really. Maybe I do all the same things, I'm just...more aware? Or less? I dunno.

Dammit Tom.