My Alibi

one for the heartbroken lovers, and one just for you...

in the middle of the afternoon, while im walking across the courtyard at school, i always get the best ideas for things to write about. but im usually on my way some where, and as soon as i get there, the idea is gone. it must not have been to important.

lately, i keep going over in my mind several friendships of mine. broken friendships. people i still consider friends, but people i dont talk to, for whatever reason. im convinced they are things that could just be cured with the right words, or the right night out. but after so much time, you lose track, people move. numbers change or just get erased. maybe they will read this. im talking to you. are you there?

good night.