Muddled.

I wanted so badly to go out. But I just stared at the phone, hoping it would ring and save me from the enclosing darkness of bordem. I knew the phone would not ring, but I blindly hoped it would. I stared at the phone as it stared back. My reflection was muddled on the shiny plastic, as muddled as I was in my mind.

Listening : Give Up The Ghost - You and Me
Reading :Chris' Blog
Mood :Reflecting |

K snuck under the mistletoe at 11:56:00 PM

merry christmaukka!