Sunday, September 09, 2007 . 3:16 PM
finally found the guts to ring that number ..i got a tired voice saying "hello" on the other end.
i felt like i got the wind knocked out of me from that moment on. it was like i forgot what i meant to say. i kept reminding myself to sound estatic and joyous when i wasn't. i was tired, crampish and slightly pmsish. i just wanted to talk. a chat. a friend.
i could not get that.
i had a 4mins and 53 seconds conversation.
my home phone times my conversations ... thats why i know.
why can't i find a friend when i need one.
why in hell not i ask myself at times.
why can't i get that elusive fucking damn cup of coffy ?
why in hell do you do this to me ?
why isit when it doesn't rain but pours
and friends are best around for drinks and nothing else?
i bet you're laughing at me
secretly
NOTE : nothing upsetting did happen really.
i just woke up.
i just wanted a friend to talk to. not the usuals. but i guess i miss talking to you. maybe especially since you use to talk at a speed of 300000000000000 words per minute and we keep having to figure out who goes first. i feel depressed. disillusioned. dead.
surely this is a way to kill me.
i think i should get the hint.
maybe i'll catch fire
ps: an apple a day keeps the doctor away. veggies too. go grab some.
[HEADMUSIC]:heartfixer by de-phazz
