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<< 12.13.04 :: 7:21 p.m. >>
::let's undress like cross-eyed strangers::

i don't know whether to be relieved that he's so much like me, or terrified.

we both, admittedly, suck at relationships. they require too much time & effort, and though it makes me feel like less of an asshole that he also believes this, i'm afraid that we're each just going to repeat our usual patterns. i don't want all this good to be replaced with shit. that's not how i want to remember it.

what the hell do you do when it's too late to just be friends? [when you don't want to just be friends]

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