spin me
i’m recording my random thoughts and i use your name a lot, i tell you. because while trying to explain myself i use you as justification a lot. and even if you are just like me i still don’t think you love me because i can’t justify that or see why anyone would in my eyes. still, i’m waiting patiently for your phone call which i think i may be beginning to expect and your long drawn out stories remind me of kyle. i think you’d like him; i think i miss him. and while it is that i can’t tell you anything much about me except that you dont really know me and that your enamoration should probably stop before it reaches disillusionment, i like it that you call.