27 jan 2012

what do you want me to say? do you want me to tell you it seems like yesterday? because it doesn't. if anything, it feels like tomorrow. it feels like it hasn't happened yet, like i could pick up the phone and call her, the only one in the world i can stand to talk to on the phone, the only number i know without looking. or, if not tomorrow, then never. it feels like never at all. never, like i was grown in a tube.