11:11 i think about you sometimes. i wonder how you are, if you are doing better, where you are living now, if you are still studying the same thing. i wonder about your new girl, i wonder if you treat her better, or if you throw books and plants at her too. sometimes i think about contacting you. to see how you are, to tell you i'm not angry, that i know it's not as simple as saying you were abusive towards me because we were abusive towards each other. i see you around sometimes, on the street, usually out of a bus window. i wonder if we'll ever speak again, but really i know that we won't. |