six february
eleven : twenty-nine p.m.

nights like these make me want to cross the street and go kiss that other boy.

and i feel guilty for even thinking that, and i know she'll be on my case once she knows. but..i'm lonely.

i want no strings attached. i want to go over there and climb the stairs and walk into his room and kiss him and have the boy that really matters ("the boy back home") not care at all because he'd understand that sometimes i just need relationships that don't have emotional involvement.

music : "apple blossom" by the white stripes
literature : nothing
fixation : emotion