and the big question is

[stamps2oregon]

I've been hearing/asking some of
the big big biggest questions of perhaps my whole life...

mom, why are you calling me at 11:30 on a saturday night? I am drunk, and I will pick up the phone, and nobody wants to have a drunk dial with their mother.

do I settle in every aspect of my life? my school, men, friends, overall look and demeanor?

why don't you love me?

do I need you to love me?

wait...why don't you love me? why don't you love me?

and I realize that's the biggest question of all. but it isn't that I need to know your answer. it'd be nice, but I don't need it to continue.

the reason that it's the biggest question is because I realize that you should love me. and when I say 'why don't you love me?' I'm not asking what's wrong with me. I'm asking what's wrong with you.

this may come off cocky, but it's not. it's a simple fact.

you love me, and I know it. and if you won't admit it, that's your problem. sometimes I think I might maybe sometime need to hear it. but let's deal with that later.

for now, I know. and that's all I need for tonight.