Hm. So I guess this shit cannot get too personal. Since it is public and all. But I've got to make some mention of it, right? I guess we sort of love each other in that ridiculous way. I don't want to sound like an asshole and I don't want the people who really care about me to think I am dumb. But really, we are too perfectly disorganized to not be together for at least a little while.
Finally you reach into my pockets! I may be mixing you with others but I know at least, that I've always fought my hardest for you. I thought you would say how different we are and how, like you said before, we are lost as lovers. But this time, it was different. And in the end all these words weren't needed. Can you imagine? Me? Without expression? The conclusion is that we're mad for one another. Whatever that means. You make me crazy and I do the same to you. So really, we just want to be close and we were in our typical inappropriate fashion. I don't know what love is but I know I've never minded this feeling of insanity.
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