extemporaneously

When i write you, the virtual paper always becomes crumpled. @#&*never right@#&* (you were always the better writer.) Just call me ridiculous (and curious), and since you're the only one reading this, call this my letter to you. cause i just can't bring myself to make it personal :( No apology will make me want you to forgive me. You look good and i hope you know it. I always loved your ¿individuality? I miss having a close friend like you were for me. What makes you sick? What makes you tick What gets you up what brings you down? Who's watching over you now... I'm just... curious. you know how i get. i think. Best Regar

the phone rings once, the phone rings twice, the phone rings three times... it was like a horror movie come to life and love flashed before my eyes. apologies accepted and we move on don't DO thaaaat! .... coconut... with a hint of vanilla... *sniff sniff*

I feel a strange addiction. It's to packing. No silly, of course i'm addicted to you - but that one is not as strange as this. I can't even concentrate on the homework for which i dont care if it gets done. But still. I want my things in boxes. i want them all put away. Maybe because it proves to me that i'll actually be with you. strange. we've spent our entire relationship apart. two different schools. two different cities. two different provinces. two different houses. and now? AH! EEE!!! :D MMM! gah. okay i'm back. EXCITED!