2004-02-26 - 10:04 p.m.

you brushed the hair out of my eyes and tickled the places that make me smile. you asked questions about my plans. everytime we see each other it is a catch up of what we've been doing, who we've been seeing and the new cds that are coming out. the get up kids. you tried to be cute. im sure i did too.

but you make me sick. really really sick. sometimes i want things to just be and other times i just want to run so far away i cant remember what your laugh sounds like or the color of your eyes.

in between compliments and lies and ceremonial hugs stood a girl screaming for your attention and your ignorance.