Watermelon Smiles

The spinning has stopped for the most part, someone finally got trhough my lately dead phone. He tried to convince me that attractions cn be fatal, but I didn't believe a word. What would he know about this stuff? I swear, the only thing he knows is that I've become anti-social for the most part. He doesn't know why or what influenced it.

All I need are his arms around my waits and I'm happy, but the outside voices refuse to believe that. I don't know why it's so hard to believe...it's the truth and the whole truth and noting but the truth.

The same voice that told me I was in the wrong also told me that Chicago's air doesn't let you go...that...if need be, he'd personily come up here and drag me back to Vegas...but I don't want to. It's not that Chicago won't let me go, it's that I won't let Pete go.

God, look at the mess I've gotten myself into...how did I get here? I swear, it ws only a kiss...just a kiss. It wasn't a life-long desperate crush, it was a kiss. A simple kiss in a coffee shop. And look where it's gotten me.

I just want January back.