and i'm never lonesome when i'm by myself.
and i miss you when yr around,
and i miss you when yr around,
and i miss you when yr around."
-baby blue sedan (modest mouse)
two boys in one night. both those special boys who i'd made mixtapes for. both boys i was going to meet up with [different points in time] eventually. both made me all swoony. and now, in one night, i found out that both boys are now with other girls. not that i was ever *with* them. all night phone calls and letters and strands of hair and mixtapes don't mean anything i suppose. i don't even think i'm a memory to these boys now. just forgotten words on a screen from a certain season and ink on paper snuggled inside yellowing envelopes.
i used to have a diaryland and this used to be there, but i decided to move all of my entries here.