Thanks, but No Thanks.
Saturday, March 6, 2010 at 9:31PM Just like that song I love, I don't want to wait. Just like that other song I love, quit playin' games. And these are the things I am addressing myself, not anyone else. Leave me quiet, I want to write the freakin' thesis and get the hell out of here on time. I want to do some pavin' and I haven't got time for undesired drama. The outcome is important. The process is less important. At least for now. And I am quite the vulnerable type, despite my fierceness. I am not as strong as I want myself to be, and the things happening around me are gurgling my throat with pain. It's like I've swallowed something unedible and big. I get tongue-tied when it all boils down to you. Can we pretend we don't know each other for a while? I'd love it if I could have the freedom not to text you back while I pay for my bagel and cream cheese. We make our own choices and pay our own prices.
No Thanks. in
night 

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