peacocks femme this whole night was insane. then you called. i picked you up. i have family issues, je regrette. je t'aime. but you don't speak french. you don't understand the thoughts i want you to hear, the ones that echo loudly through my mind, the thoughts that i will never say. you are just so nice that it hurts me sometimes. i heard once that being close was harder than being in a relationship. if we are really close, we will always just be friends. i don't want another friend. i want something i haven't had before. i have issues with being selfish. you always look adorable. i saw you look at me, wondering what i was thinking. i felt you hear my thoughts you couldn't see. then i hated myself for thinking. i hardly remember today. it was a lot like tomorrow, as i recall. the one thing that kills me the most is that i don't know about you. i can't look into your eyes and read your soul like a novel. you are everything that i cannot translate into words. i feel selfish for wanting you. 030413 ... Syrope she just kept saying "you know how guys are" and i kept watching his face, waiting for the patience to waver but he is the most...persistently cheerful person i've ever met. i can't tell if he worships the ground she walks on or if he thinks he has to take care of her, but i know she's oblivious to either one 041013 ... three words imo_it's_a_gender_mix_up peacocks beneath_the_surface 110318 ... lg beware. 110318 what's it to you? who go blather from