there's a thin line between elegance and distraction. ribbons may tie back surprises but there's no chains behind this one. i'll give it some more time, see where everything evolves, but hopefully when i speak with you next and words spill from my mouth - i'll finally hear that same noise (only from you) of a heart breaking. my change of heart may change my mind but i'm tired of loose phone calls and your failed promises.

i know if i were alone, i'd ask him for his number. why not? what else is left?

it makes no sense when doors suddenly slam shut. i want to kill you.