80%

So, you're here but you're not. They told me they were kidding, "He's not coming back, I just wanted to see how you would react"
Oh wonderful, I freaked out for nothing. Perfect.

80% of me was relieved that it was a joke because I was afraid of getting all the feelings I had for you back but then there's that twisted 20% that wanted to see you again.
Everyday that 20% looked for you, hoped to see you one more time, just so that I can say everything that I bottled up to you. Every feeling, every tear, every 'I love you', everything that I locked away in the safe I call my heart.

I had a dream about you, it felt so real. It was nice to hang out with you, hug you, talk to you, and see you again. I wanted that to happen in real life but it's only a dream, right? Dreams don't come true, do they?

If you need me, I'll be here, in White Plains. You stay in Puebla, Mexico and change you're god damn Facebook location because every time I see it my 20% gets it's hopes up.

New Year

2012 is here... It's kind of a scary thought, if you really think about it. In 5 or 6 months I'll be graduating and heading off into the world. A world full of college and work. Weird.

I never really liked New Years, too crowded and loud for me. That is, when I go out.

Yeah, I'm spending New Years alone this year... Again. Not by choice, there's just no one free tonight that I would want to spend New Years with. It's perfectly fine. I just want this vacation to be over with.

Ba hum bug.


Hope you all enjoy your night.