smile the smile of the forgetful
"Why do you write the way you do in your blog?"
I give her a sidelong glance. "Er... because it's my blog? I don't quite foll--"
"You write a lot, but you don't really say anything about yourself. I see little bits of who you are here and there, but not a lot else. You're so...." She traces circles on my bedside table.
"Vague?"
She snaps her fingers. "Yeah. Why don't you open up? How am I supposed to get to know you?"
"You don't need my blog to tell you who I am. I'm right here. All you have to do is ask me a question."
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Heya, guys. I'm back.
I give her a sidelong glance. "Er... because it's my blog? I don't quite foll--"
"You write a lot, but you don't really say anything about yourself. I see little bits of who you are here and there, but not a lot else. You're so...." She traces circles on my bedside table.
"Vague?"
She snaps her fingers. "Yeah. Why don't you open up? How am I supposed to get to know you?"
"You don't need my blog to tell you who I am. I'm right here. All you have to do is ask me a question."
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Heya, guys. I'm back.