hello. i am sorry i am soo needy. you want space? you want to pull away? then okay. i am not to blame if i just stop being sweet to you. maybe i just forgotten how it felt to remember to be sweet so maybe thats why someday i just forget. i dont get acknowledged anyway anyhoos. then maybe one month or two or a year later you wake up you feel you have so much love to give, i pray that you look for me. ill be at the chocolate store making conversations with myself behind the counter about just how lame my life is in comparable to you. wonder how you are doing. if you have eaten. if one single thought of me had crossed your mind. if youre okay. if you are having a bad day. then after that ill tell myself, fuck it. go be free little butterfly. be with all the people you want. the world is your playground, the world will be your space.

your mind and your heart is one to applaud too. your wish is my command. now you do the weeping, my turn's over.

* insert bitchy face.*  fuck pms. fuck my job. fuck you weirdo. oh, have fun hunney! im not doing so well just in case youre wondering. have fun! (: