he thought

'there is no love' he thought. his mind is blank. he doesn't know what he's doing, he doesn't know what he is feeling. his fingers move as if possessed, he continues to type on, he doesn't know what he's typing, then the msn notice popped out again. it's again one of those convos which pop out with random stuff, telling u about some website, and asking him to visit it. he's listening to 'bell bottom blues' by eric clapton. it's one of his favourite songs of all times. the solo is playing. the tone is simply heart wrenching. the chorus plays on 'do you wanna see me crawl across the floor to you? do you wanna see me beg you to take me back', then his closest friend in poly starts talking to him, he interrupted the song with a nudge, he hears. he stops typing and decides to respond to him. his friend told him not to think dirty. he had previously ask what he meant by 'need woman'. he think it sounds wrong. but he know his friend does not mean it. his friend sometimes say things before thinking, it's all part of his personality too. 'but he is a great friend' he thought. he wonders how school would've been like without him, school would have lonely. 'there's no place for me in school' he thought. it was probably just him being paranoid but, sometimes he feels really lonely. it was just one of those feelings he used to get before he entered tertiary. it's been awhile since he got this feelin'. he knows it only lasts for awhile, he'll wait for it to go away. he doesn't like it. he doesn't like to love anymore. he is afraid to love again, he is afraid of making the same mistakes he used to make. and how everything turned out. he needs close friends whom he can truly trust and feel peaceful and easy around, people whom he can dig out his heavy heart and lay it onto the table for them. 'love is such a burden' he thought. he loves music; he loves slow rock. he loves country by the eagles. these songs make him feel peaceful. and lighten the load on his heart alittle. he loves the guitar, he learned it to make music. but it seems he can't really do it. but it sure help him through the many difficult times in his life. he loves his guitar. he's thinking of what more to write as he listens to a song by the eagles called 'peaceful easy feeling'. he just wants to type, he doesn't know what else to do. he knows he has work to do but he doesn't feel like doing it yet. he just needs to keep typing and thinking to ease his confused head. he pauses. he pauses and he pauses, he doesn't know what to type anymore. but he's still typing, the song repeats, he going to change the song now. then... he decided not to change the song, cuz the song sounded so good. he sighs. he wants to have 'peaceful, easy feeling' like the song's name. he can't think of anything more to type, he's gonna stop here now though he wished he could think of more to type, but he can't.