5 days and counting
doesn't seem like a lot. but it is.
I'm not going to be the one to break this time. maybe it's reached a point where it's done.
it's sad that I'm kinda addicted to you. but you're pretty much all I've got. and that's not all that much.
you should go to d.c. and lose my number.
it seems a shame to say hello again, before saying goodbye. but that's what I'm going to do.
I was a fool to think I had any sort of chance at meaning something. I really hate to be made a fool of.
your secrets are your own. I just have a hard time accepting that. it's hard to know 90% of the time you're lying to me.
if I keep paring down, maybe I'll reach a point where it's ok to be gone.
nothing coherent, nothing profound.