So, I miss my pillowbook. Pathetic, right? I can't even make it three days without my pillowbook.

Though, I can't write very much, or at least, I won't be--since I hate my Linux machine. I'm on my friend's laptop right now.

so, okay. here goes nothin'.

I'm with Rogue (fake name) and I'm on her laptop. SOO I'm bored. I haven't got much to say, so, I'll write some poetr-ay.

Your guitar softly singing

to me

[and why me? you could have anyone]

and all i can think is i love you

and i don't know if you can understand what i'm saying

hell, i don't even know what i'm saying

[get these words out before they die]

who are you to mess me up like this?

to change the way i feel and the way i

see things?

and to take away the p/a/i/n? I know it will

come back when we go our separate ways as we eventually must.

so sitting here with you,

darling,

as you

s t r u m your g u i t a r

f-forcing me to f-f

a..................................a

l..............................................l

l...........................................................l

in love with you

i guess i'll just go with it....

i don't think i have any choice,

do i?