3:29am.

i'm not sure what to say, but i know i should be writing. feelings & emotions & thoughts are racing through my mind but i'm not sure which ones to say; which ones to hold back. maybe it's my state or the time. maybe it's the time to think & chill this night gave me.

five dollars. thanks. five dollars. thanks. screw therapy. this is better.

hmm. back to that old chestnut. what am i supposed to do? walk in & blurt it all out? amusing, but i'm certain it doesn't work that way. no introductions? explanations? no "hi, how are you?" "oh i'm alright. & you"? just sit down & spill.

i think i might...

oh. you thought you were going to get it out of me. just like that guy with my number.

your words are doing you any good. best shut up while you're ahead. my attention for you has timed out. ding! move on. you can't handle me. no one can. well, except for one b-o-i. y?

your obsession pays off. my respect is yours forever. not to be forgotten or misunderstood.

peace.