an adventitious kind of adventure.

first off, I'm super sorry for being a post whore. but I needed to get out my lust for Zac Efron, & write a little something that means absolutely nothing but helps me feel better about everything.

just so you know, I'm really sorry things turned out the way they did. I'm sorry I'm not close to you; I should be. I'm sorry I'm not the type of girl that gives you that feeling. I'm sorry I'm somewhat of a fraud when it comes to music, because I don't know everything about every band that ever was. I listen to music, I breathe music; I essentially delve into it the way it's meant to be delved in into, what it's made for. I'm not sorry I'm me. but I'm really sorry that you kind of...missed me. you looked right past me, and I'm sorry that you never got to know the real me. I'm sorry you never tried to. I don't have feelings tied to this anymore, it's just self-doubt I suppose. I'm sorry you're you, and I'm me, in a time and place where we can't be we. I'm sorry this is unfinished. goodnight.