Monday morning. The 23rd day of the 6th month of this year. I have been awake for a solid 12 hours now. Nothing new there. I again think thoughts of people old and new. I just hummed a few lines of the song Friday I’m In Love last Friday and was taunted about it. Well yeah guess that was quite a lovely Friday. I don’t know who or what to talk about. I ain’t particularly certain whether I shall rant or rave as well. There was a delay in my inking this down, so the emotion got denuded a tad already. Should I talk about the kind of friend I am (or not for that matter), should I finally admit my rambling obsession for someone or should I just go back to my beautiful yet distraught past? No clue here, any contribution towards sanity will be appreciated if not rewarded.
Maybe I should not talk about anything. Talking isn’t my style. Besides, not as if anyone would take heed. Might as well keep it all bottled up.
Just a disclaimer: When I say I love you, for hell or high water, know that it’s true…
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