i don't really know what this post is...

i feel strange tonight, lonely in the city with the lights shining down around me while i feel like mine is dark. i feel like painting my nails black, i feel like going to the riverfront but it's dark, i shouldn't. i feel like writing but it's making me feel even lonlier, even stranger so perhaps i should stop for tonight though i don't want to, i love it so much, i can't help it. but the city is dampening tonight, strange somehow, not so welcoming tonight. i feel lonely longing for your voice, wishing you were here. i feel strange tonight, wondering, praying, wishing, though none of it seems to calm me tonight. it's odd the way i feel, though my writing seems to make it better somehow. i don't know, i feel strange tonight, lonely and anxious, i will hear your voice soon enough but i just miss the comfort of it today. i feel like painting my nails black, maybe i will and i guess i'll just keep on writing, it is the only thing that soothes this feeling inside.