true fact: eventually, the searchlights will find me.

it's time for me to start to get ready for school. first day of school in two weeks. not ready. once again, i haven't slept. in fact, i've slept less than before, but before i go find my uniform and what have you, all i wanted to do was mention something. we've been through this countless times, yet it seems i never learn my lesson.

i spill all my guts.
every single thought that i end up wishing i never told you, i tell you..
and all i get in return is half finished sentences, the start of a thought.
nothing.

and it just makes me feel like i've done something wrong. like everything
is my fault.

but that's fine.

it sort of reminds me of that quote from Say Anything.
"I gave her my heart, she gave me a pen."
only.. i don't have a pen. lol..