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Sunday, March 21, 2010

so its exactly, 3.03am right now. im lying on my bed, all wrapped up in two layers of sheets, with a gossip girls loading, on the next tab, with you on the phone, telling me silly stories about your golden days. the weather is cold. and wet. just how i'd wish every night would be like. we're both talking in hushed tones, like some typical teenager seeking attention. you tell me, that i giggle like a little kid, and that you like amusing me. i blush, relieved that you cant see it.

everything sounds so perfect, yet we both know, deep down, its wrong. very very wrong.

sigh.

♥ 3:03 AM