obsidity

I dunno why I felt like writing that last night. I just felt like sharing I guess.
Did I tell you that if you have an extra comforter in your bed you can rollit up and wrap yourself around it and it's almost like a real human.
almost.
I wrote that boy a drunken long rambling letter about everything in my life and he hasn't written back... why am I so stupid? Why did I think that was ok? why won't he come down here and curl up with me?
Why can't I just brush it off?