March 11, 2003

& you should know..

That I have no idea what I want.

That I feel vulnerable and cautious.

Thoughtful and unsure.

That the heavens raining down upon me wouldn�t make things any clearer.

That there�s so many things I�d like to say to you but can�t.

And not only because they make me feel naked and exposed.

Not only because I�d lose some of my precious self control.

But because I just don�t know.

Not about me.

Not about you.

Not about any of it.

That alone makes it not worth your time. If you�re thinking about it. Which I�m not sure you are. Really, truly it does.

5:13 p.m.