Waiting is the one thing I do well.
2005-06-12 || 1:45 p.m.

It's hot out, the rain hasn't come yet. I'm waiting for the rain. I believe the rain will come when we finally get to speak.

I see another email in the future.

I honestly want to give up hope sometimes. Then I wonder what would I have left?

A few broken letters
A couple empty phone conversations
And numerous walks in the park.

Sometimes I think that is all we will ever have.

A friendship seems so fucking far away.

Shut your Mouth