Oct 06, 2006 07:17
Dear You,
You know who you are. It's me. You should know who I am, too.
This isn't okay. I know that. It's not okay, but that's the way it is. So there you go.
You are too much for me. I don't think that means I'm not enough for you. Please understand that. Consider it. Please.
I'll end with this. Love me.
Love,
Me
Please don't make me give up hope on you. I love dancing with you.
If you get the chance, go to the library and watch someone read. Watch their eyes watch the words. Count how many times they look up. They're wondering if someone is watching them. They're looking for someone they know. They're like you that way.
The point of this entry is... Come see Serial Killers.