wrote this for you.

Inspiration comes in all shapes and sizes,

sending the hands of my clock winding backwards,

whether jubilant or grave,

the thought of us is awe-inspiring.

excuse my wishful thinking,

we are made perfect by design,

or you are,

i'm a product of my environment,

a place i wish you were.

Inbox: 10:35PM August 16th 2009

"No. Look I dont like you. I dont trust you. I shouldnt be talking to you im sorry. Im not that kind of girl to lead someone on so im going to stop. Good luck."

as time goes on

ones supposed to become more comfortable or aware of what they have become or are becoming. I cannot fathom knowing someone so well, and then a day later not knowing they exist. Unfortunately some don't see things this way.