Here I sit, the clock quickly reaching 3 am and still texting the boy from today. I like having someone to talk to, even if it’s just mindless rambling. I mean at this point, it must be… it’s been well over 7 consecutive hours.. but I just never grow tired of having a voice. Because even if it’s only texting, I can hear his voice as I read each word. No, don’t think that this means anything. I’m not interested in him, I just like the company. I’ve felt so empty. We talk about the significant others in our lives. About our day. What we’ve been thinking. It’s like just speaking to let the words spew out.

okay, that’s really all, off to my midterm… again.

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