you simply don't question me
( 06.20.2003 )
words are so carelessly tossed about around you. with you, things just don't matter. you know, petty things. like finishing my sentences.
you think my pre-cursive handwriting looks pretty // i think your cursive is fine and displays your slight perfectionistic tendencies.
our common crave.fix.need is caffeine. it'll bring us together nonetheless.
-in other news-
it's difficult when i know that your very presence gave the bathroom the light scent of cigarettes. it's that longing for something abstract that's killing me.
