9:23pm
The feelings you give me do not equate for the amount of eventual pain I will experience in the near future, when truth becomes inevitable: you will never pick me. Tonight, you make me feel the way I do always: nervous, chattery, and slightly succumbing to your controlled, calm being. You know what you want, but that isn’t me, I’m guessing. So I’m telling you now: you cannot just do these things and get away with it.
I was bound to get hurt in the process and leave empty-handed. So I dwell in your presence as the evening dies down because forever is misty as of now: the smog of uncertainty does not do well to the future I’m hoping to have.
signed, tiffany jillian 