chase, chase, tag you're it

i miss you. as much as i can tell, the level of my moronic love for you is still very much the same. declining i hope.


you are the fly i've been trying to (a) swat, (b) lure out of my room by opening my door.

i am so tired of THIS. i'm tired of having to write about you. yes, there are others. there is one now.


Ha! see?


you're happy, and alive, and happy. i think about you and i feel goosebumps, literally. of course i try to NOT think about you, do you think i enjoy pain? maybe. maybe NOT. before, you are the one person i never grew tired talking to(aside from The Klutz and A). i remembered earlier, the book you bought for me from the shop with the name you and a saint are sharing.






everyone (even those in denial) has a He-Who-Shall-Remain-Nameless episode. and frankly mine is way past the 1-hour limit.

i still miss you. and i hate to admit that i wish you do too.