Saturday

TwentyTwo

I read this post on someone else's blog. Usually I don't do this kind of thing on my public blog posts, but I think I owe it to this person. Since this post is clearly addressed to ME.





//THURSDAY, MARCH 4, 2010 8:16 AM
22


me: you there?
Sent at 9:21 PM on Thursday
me: i lied..btw.
i do think of you..all the time.
i just feel so oddly stalkerish about it.
because though you say you reciprocate.
you really can't
because you have can't be thinking of everyone all the tie.
*time
hahaha..i'm so pathetic.
you know..
when i get in my car, and i turn my music up...
which i always do, when i get in my car.
so basically, when i get in my car.
i always turn the volume up to 22.
22 is my mean position
i start it at 22 and move it from there.
and sometimes, though i really want to listen to a particular song at 26
or 25..
i just let it play at 22.
such an interesting number, 22.
Sent at 9:29 PM on Thursday


















such an interesting number...22.




So just for the record. I DO care about you. And If you need me to tell you that, next time, just CALL ME. I don't need to find it floating on cyberspace. Please.

I'm tired of trying to pick up pieces of other peoples lives. Its like punching underwater, you never can hit what you're trying for. If youre TRYING to drown, then stop letting ME stop you.