Need a Fix
1:29 a.m. | Aug. 19, 2007

I needed my You Fix tonight. So I stalked your MySpace. Again.

I dreamed about you a few nights ago. One of those scary, realistic ones. In this one, I was single, you were single, and we were FRIENDS. You had a crush on some girl who I wanted to scream wasn't any good for you (she wasn't), but I didn't want it to come across as though I was still in love with you. So I just watched you pine over her, wondering how I'd become the token best friend. That will never happen. They're just dreams.

Sad, stupid, pathetic, wish-I-could-banish-them-but-not-really, sigh, dreams.