this isn't the perfect course of action nor is it the perfect arrangement.nothing about this is perfect.but for the few hours that you're here time for me stops.and i am ensconced in what i deem to be perfection.from 400 to 1030 for the seventh time in 2 months i fall asleep in this nook your shoulder has and in your tshirt that smells of cigarettes,united colours of benetton cologne and you.

know that when i read her blog i feel inferior.i feel that what i feel for you is not enough.not even close to the intensity of what she feels.and i feel inferior.i feel that she is the better person.i feel that she makes you a better person.i feel that this is no contest for her because she is simply who she is.the better choice.but though this competition is killing me i'm in it.so pick me.choose me.love me.me.

this is my so-called "confession".this is me telling you that i don't want to shower because i smell like you.this is my declaration to the world wide web.this is me not hinting.this is me not hiding.this is me blatantly telling you.yes YOU.that i want you to want me and not her.this is me putting myself on the line because since 12 october 2004 i have not known a moment where i didn't want you.

i love you.ok.thanks.bye.