it's your turn to count to 100.

how can there not be enough space when there's so much space?
ironic, isn't it.

I didn't know what you wanted,
I don't know what you want,
I won't know what you want.

funny enough, I don't think you have the answers either.

strange, how monthly you pick and choose what's best for you.
tell me what you want, but I'll think what I want.
worst part is when hopes replace wants and fairy tales seem plausible.
but that's silly, isn't it.

who knows what who wants.
i said my piece, and I'm not a girl who repeats things like these.
perhaps it wasn't meant to be?

but then what do I do now, when this space is too big but not big enough.





ps I will never tell you this, but you may be the worst.
you suck for what you did/do.
I always was a champ at hide and seek.