How dare you enter into my boring, scheduled life without warning.
Its true that I might possibly be staring at the LCD screen of my laptop waiting for pages about philosophy to drift onto the white blank page of a word document.
It may also be true that I'm listening to the Frozen soundtrack even though people who do that constantly tend to drive me insane.
It's true that I have done nothing productive for two and a half hours, and I've been watching Christmas videos and daydreaming without a care in the world.
{It's also true that I have a five page paper due tomorrow. I don't even know what I'm writing it on yet}
And yes, this is an atypical, journalistic post. I'm mixing it up.
Mostly I'm writing on here because otherwise I'm going to say something really embarrassing to someone about how I can't focus because my mind is on one thing.
Also, I just went outside without a jacket on to 1) have an excuse to make hot chocolate and 2) see if possibly you were out there.
Why would you be outside?
And my letter with my blood type hasn't come in the mail yet.
How on earth am I supposed to focus on anything when I don't even know my blood type for sure? This is probably a conflict that every hard working college student goes through every day.
Anyway, I just wanted to say that you are on my mind,
Always,
Every day,
Every minute,
Every time I say you aren't,
and every time I go to sleep.
Nobody knows why, or how you did it, but you did. You penetrated my mental walls (that resemble a prison) and entered in without a key. Who do you think you are? Get out, louse. Get out.
Either that or come help me write my paper.
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