Divulgence

I think it's just weird to see how much more eloquent I become when my self-levels of angst rise...

Anyway.
I can remember being with you like it was just yesterday, because well, it wasn't. But the fact is that it was only once, and even so, I crave you. You got me nervous like some desperate chick on tumblr putting herself out there in every way she can just to get your attention or some sense of approval from you. Oh wait, isn't that me? The amount of time I spend lurking, or better yet, trying to discover a new, innovative way to be "different" and noticed for a second of your time.

It's kind of stupid.

But I guess that's why I'm still laying in my bed, on my laptop, blogging about someone who probably doesn't even care and is on to the next female who's ready to bend over backwards and forwards and filling in the space that I never had the chance to permeate.

You're someone I'm (kind of) willing to take chance for.

I'm someone you should be looking for.