scribble scrabble

at least for a little while (longer).

i put on an amateurish production of my
feelings, main protagonist missing until a
dramatic ending where i become an unfeeling
idiot. there is something undeniably attractive
about someone beyond my reach. i grasp at
her like grasping at straws, and tho i never
understood the saying ive got 500 ikea straws
just for her. doomed from the get-go i always
take her suggestion of moving on the most
insulting way possible. her words are empty,
flat, emotionless. sometimes i can have more
meaningful conversations about tying my
shoes. and tho i condescendingly despise her
presence i think it would be really cool if she