saturday. eyelashes - the secret stars.
sunday. the words 'love' and 'distance' should not be caught seen in the same sentence together.
monday. i like the silences. i don't always mean to fill them. a nervous habit, i guess.
tuesday. cryptic thoughts come rapidly... i'm still learning to use this damned decoder ring.
wednesday. i don't like being looked up to, or looked down upon. a level gaze will pleasantly dismember me.
thursday. typically, i'll run and hide before i'd lash out. which is worse? think about that.
friday. i want to go to great lengths to relive some of the childhood i feel i've missed out on. i can't do it alone. could you come out and play?
satuday. act of contrition - bright eyes.
sunday. this is so mother fucking krazy. we are insane.
monday. on my shoulder. that's where i like it the best.
tuesday. sex is boring.
wednesday. i don't want this whole thing to be like some website that we gradually lose interest in. the metaphor is frighteningly applicable.
thursday. i am a very patient person. that could be a bad thing.
friday. *smack*
saturday. i want to see your scars.
yours,
ick.