i want your drama.

it's always you, always all about you, always all for you.

it's always you.

what's the promise for? what's your promise for?

i'm not bitter, and i'm not jealous.

you found some words written on a page, does that make you quake? can you feel yourself break out into a nervous sweat?

do you remember when we used to talk? we used to keep secrets, and we used to hold hands with romance. would it be different if distance was the issue, and not proximity?

holy shit.

weirdweirdweirdweirdweird.
completely weirded-out.

anyway, not going to dwell on it or anything.
today is:

aaaand i'm really tired.
and, fuck, i can do this. it's so hard, it makes me tired just thinking about it.

that's what i'm going to do when i get home.
minus the dog though, mine hates me.

i can't wait to get home, and away from here.