stream-of-conciousness, sort of
were we ever able to speak to one another? because looking back everything seemed simple enough at some far-off point in time. i never used to walk on eggshells and i thought you spoke your mind, for a while. i remember when you stopped telling me what you were thinking, too. that was when i started worrying. long time ago. now we can't exchange sentences without exchanging blows. you speak in tongues and i try to decipher the meaning with a foreign dictionary and you end up angry because i don't know the meaning of what you aren't saying, and i end up angrier because you can't say it, and any time i think you could, you end the conversation altogether. my biggest pet peeve has always been being hung up on. i remember breaking up with the girl i lost my virginity because she hung up on me. it pisses me off that bad. and you do it all the time. away messages in mid-IM, and here we are back in the early summer of 2005. sharing seperate rooms in the same little apartment. i would give anything to get you to carry out a conversation to the end. i know you have something to say, be it good or bad. you hated me for not saying what was on my mind. so why cant you do it for once? my mind is out in the open, i'll shout everything that crosses my mind to everyone who crosses my path. now can i get a few words from you? please?