today is a special day for me.
i realized we aren't friends at all.
yeah we talked, i spilled my heart and thoughts through opaque symbolism, lame methapors, ironic truths and what not and yet i still say we aren't friends.
i know there's a why that is staining your lips.
i think i want it to be permanent.
i'm a mystery after all.
yes even though i shared.
i haven't even told you yet, huh?
to make this rant short-er. . .
we were friends but when i think about it i don't think so. or is it my fault? am i expecting too much from a stranger of sorts? maybe i am.
i haven't even told her. should i?
i wouldn't. we're not close. funny right?
i should stop now and think about tomorrow.
shit. tomorrow's finals!
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me overthinking about a friend i met on the net. hahaha. .
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