Thursday, March 3, 2011

Walk me to the door.

Oh boy. Oh girl. We'll just say my call is still on hold. I'm going to set the phone down and drink some chocolate milk and check back later.I'm thisclose to hanging up and I really don't want to because then there'll be all those stupid whatifs that'll just kill me.

I write. I am a writer. The month of February will be all love poems though, so the next few days will be interestingly ticklish.

I swear I would apply. I just can't bring myself to do it. Or maybe I'll apply and then not go. As beautiful as the seasons are, I couldn't put myself through it all again. so.

Paige made it look so easy. Just... bam. Done. Don't tell. Why does it look so damn easy on screen?

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