'hello, just calling to tell you how much i miss you'.

Jessica, come back, i need your guts.
God, please, i want a miracle.

not a fabulous day. hate to elaborate. not in a great mood either...

closed shut windows
pad locked doors
tell me
what am i waiting for?

my memory is failing me.

i put down the phone on rachel last night and then put my finger on the 9-button and realised that i was going to dial a long-gone friend's number. one of which i haven't spoken to for ages... i forgot i lost that trust and friendship. i really did. and i just sat there with the phone in my hand for a really long time before i put it down... i didn't know if to laugh or cry. though i did choose one in the end...

if my memory were to disappear, please let every bit do...