She still won’t shut the fuck up, only I don’t want her to anymore. If she stops talking I’m all alone. If she stops talking I have to start listening to myself and I hate everything I have to say. And maybe I’m in love with her. Only I hate the way she says her name or the fact that she’s wearing sandals in the middle of winter. Maybe I’m in love with her even though I kind of hate her. Maybe I just love her for tonight. And maybe I just hate her for eternity.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009