oh i'm gonna write tonight.
sure am.
& i'm feeling poetic
which is, pathetic.
to say the least.
why should i give you a second longer of my life.
so. you might want to close this out while you can.
but you didn't, did you?
weird how i could predict that, huh?
because i recently learned i was not so good at "predictions"
whatever those are.
"predictions"
predictable.
something you are not.
something someone couldbe.
something i thought you were.