a beautiful mess

obsessed

god i’ve been blue lately. everytime i sit down to type you a “good” note, someone needs me. i hate needy people. and then, i think, i’m freakin’ needy when it comes to you. and why is that?… cause it’s not like you owe me anything… or that you’ve done anything “special” to win me over. and i just can’t seem to get enough of you. and when you seem to be available, i seem busy at work. and when i’m available, it’s like you’re busy. and i feel like a 16 year old girl that’s waiting for her phone to ring on a friday night hoping it’s you calling to ask her out…

Nun Tardiness… nun the less.