Fourteenth!
Hey there, Whatsup! You must be asleep. Maybe would've thought of me before you dozed off. Didn't think it was important to call. Or maybe it wasn't worth the risk. Maybe you're lucky to have a boyfriend like me. Indifferent. Comfortable. Sport. Maybe... I guess I was all that. Until I lived today. A Sunday without you is obviously worse than a Sunday before you. Sitting by myself. Alone. I tend to skid further into the abyss. I'e started to like it now. The only gratitude being that at least were both alive. At least the somebody I chose to love is real. She thinks of me before sleeping. She must'e thought of me before sleeping. She might think of me when she's lost all hopes of us being together to exasperation. She must love me real bad to have taken the trouble of asking me how I was. Eventough it didn't matter. And eventough I lied about being okay and she went on with her "okay". But when you have such moronous escape pathways as me ...