the hidden truth.

due to my utter lack of concentration, i wrote a letter to you in class today, when i wasnt note-taking.

i'll never send it. it was meaningless and lame. but i've heard all that shit in class before. last quarter to be exact. and since i can think of nothing but you, i wrote. and wrote. and wrote.

until my hand hurt.

and then at the end i ripped out the page[s] and hid them away. forever.

written @ 3:20 pm on 14.01.02
< * >

take a look around
* now
* then
* me
* the move
* rings
* wishes
* exit
* dland

contact
* contact the girl
* love notes
* leave your mark
* instant
* in the flesh

: reasons to want this.