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.