And then...he told me all these things and I'm like... that M2M song off the first Pokemon movie. But it's not so much that he doesn't know me, but... I don't even know. Somehow, I felt like I was tearing him from his friends. Geez. Guilt is back again. And this is why I lie in bed for about an hour every night before I actually fall asleep. Too busy thinking about every and anything, every and anyone, Nothing, and no one. G'nite. I'm going to write a book someday.
