...yours truly...

i think that, this weekend, i'm going to make boy a mix cd and write him a letter. a letter that's part thank you not and part confessional. basically, i've been thinking a lot lately about how he's graduating in three weeks, and, after then, i may never see him again. gah, i don't even want to think about it. i can hardly remember what it's like to not be in love with him, dammit. so basically, i'm going to write this letter, and burn the cd (first track: if you leave, by nada surf), then sneak it into his timbuk2 at the nearest possible opportunity. then ignore its existance, unless he brings it up, in which case attempt to be as nonchalant as possible about it. hmm...i swear i'll regret this.

sincerely, as always,
*madlane*