take number 462?

how did lifehouse put it? sick-cycle carousel i think. you're doing it again. why are you doing this again? how is this even happening? every time i begin to think that i'm happy with the current state of my existence, your stupid name shows up on my phone. how long has it been since we've hung out? true i saw you on st. p's day but you had your tongue down another boy's throat. maybe it was my "i could care less that you're sitting right next to me" attitude that i had that day that spurred on tonight's phone call. not sure. i was having fun. i saw you watching me. guess you saw me ignoring you.

brian: "hey j, i was just thinking about you. i haven't seen you in a while. well, st. p's day, but you know what i mean. give me a call when you get this. i'll talk to you soon."

and i just sat there, ignoring your call. staring at the phone in disbelief. how did you know that i was happy this time? how did you know that i was having a really good day?

maybe i should call you? we all know of my weakness for you. and it's not like i'm doing anything else. why are things always this way?

um, scroll back. i'm over you remember?

i wanted you. you didn't want me. i don't want you. you want me. i'm (i don't know the word for it) on/in someone. he thinks i'm retarded. maybe i am retarded?

same tired dance, different partners.