\since we're such awkward bedfellows

I can't find it in me to hate you, after all I think you're quite nice when you want to be nice. but at the same time I refuse to say I love you. time heals all wounds. as paramore put it, if only time could fly like a dove...

though it is quite disturbing the way you look at me sometimes, it really freaks me out you know that.

posted by aney @ 9:22 PM