Just Don't Tell Me That

So it's a nice consolation that nobody reads this so i can just vent... say blah.... feel better about the situation and then go on like it didn't happen...

cuz it didn't happen... nothing happened... and me being the hopeless romantic happened... and me wishing i didn't like people i hardly know and hoping and daydreaming about things working out...

i deleted the folder... what was the point? to be able to say "i stalk you" "i need to see you even when i could just look at your facebook pictures"... (yes i understand it's totally creepy. have no fear. i know when i'm going totally mad)

ok so now i can just binge on some chunky monkey and have a busy day tomorrow and push all this to the back of my mind...

Your House - Alanis Morisette 

I went to your house
Walked up the stairs
I opened your door without ringing the bell
I walked down the hall
Into your room
Where I could smell you
And I shouldn't be here, without permission
I shouldn't be here

Would you forgive me love
If I danced in your shower
Would you forgive me love
If I laid in your bed
Would you forgive me love
If I stay all afternoon

I took off my clothes
Put on your robe
I went through your drawers
And found your cologne
Went down to the den
Found your CD's
And I played your Joni
And I shouldn't stay long, you might be home soon
I shouldn't stay long

Would you forgive me love
If I danced in your shower
Would you forgive me love
If I laid in your bed
Would you forgive me love
If I stay all afternoon

I burned your incense
I ran a bath
I noticed a letter that sat on your desk
It said "Hello love, I love you so love, meet me at midnight"
And no, it wasn't my writing
I'd better go soon
It wasn't my writing

So forgive me love
If I cry in your shower
So forgive me love
For the salt in your bed
So forgive me love
If I cry all afternoon

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jml0nZ21cm0