improvising.

today is nice, again.
it's boring and really piss-fucking-cold, but it's nice.

he's so sweet, and he's melodramatic, he's everything i want in someone like that. he plays guitar like a god, and sings like a little boy. he's good with words, and he has amazing taste in music.

so why don't i like him? i should, i really really should. he's just so boring. well, compared to this, he's a fucking circus, but overall, he's exactly what i expected. so predictable.

he's bland.

it's so uncomfortable in this chair right now, and my head hurts so much on this table. i wish i was somewhere else.

i'm feeling a little deep now, i'll just go draw some pretty hearts on my page before i start all over again.