sitting by my open window looking out at the moon and the stars. im talking on the fone with this gurl or should i say that im listening on the fone, cuz thats really all im doing rightnow. its dark and cold and in the background theres indie rock blasting out the stereo, but even though its so loud it all jus kinda dissapears and all i can hear is her voice. sometimes i think shes truely crazy but i love it. she thinks she has too big of cheeks, she thinks she has too big of a nose, too big of a forehead, she thinks that her teeth are too round, she thinks she cant sing, but shes completely wrong. her voice is like an angels. she deprives me of sleep everynight and she slaps me around all day but i like the tiredness and the pain. its jus me n her and the world falls away its just emptyness. i dont see anything else but her eyes, her smile.
its all jumbled and scattered but thats how my thoughts are, thoughd id jus type something down.