she said "hey, honey..."
We're always so reluctant to talk about the ones who meant the very most to us; the ones who were integral to our emotional development as lovers.
I know I don't talk about him anymore.
Weird. It seems like ten lifetimes ago, yet he deserves so much credit.
There are a few girls in this city whom I find very intriguing and would love to form friendships with, because the few times we've hung out and spoken, I discovered that we had a lot of quirky things in common. But like I always say... it's so difficult to really make new, solid friendships at this age. Or maybe I'm just using that as an excuse for my habit of shying away from getting close to people and therefore having them rely on me for anything?
People only read the thoughts of others to see if there is a ghost of them anywhere in there. Do you read this because you're interested in what I'm thinking, or because you're looking for your name?
and the coloured girls say "doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo doo-doo, doo, doo-doo, doo-doo..."