hm.
when i see you i could probably think of a million things- to do with you, to say to you; but it's as if i'll never have the chance to. and i haven't, yet, quite, although i've tried through intentionally cryptic text messages fueled by my in se cur i ty. maybe i just want to plow through it all and not even bother with it more than i actually care to bother with it. does that make any sense?
please, god, let me make sense again. i'm nearing closer and closer to it. montreal for spring break with brandon. i love, love, love him.
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