don't stand so close to me.

it’s weird how the most randomest things make me think of you. i was just sitting there on my couch watching house, when my brother showed me this wind up little chick toy that he had bought for me today. and i wound it up, then it started moving, and i started thinking about how yellow it was and that just led me to sunshine which always leads me back to you and suddenly it was just like all the blood had rushed to my head, and the only thing i wanted to do right then and there was go and talk to you and just tell you every single little thing and how i used to have a baby chick and i named him chickie because i was only eight and how we had a duck too cause my mom liked friends and how i thought she was beautiful, not just hot and how much i missed her when she wasn’t around which was weird because i didn’t think it was exactly to miss someone when you haven’t talked to them for like two hours but then i realized you were probably asleep right now so i collapsed on my bed and wrote this out instead. also, i didn’t get to properly say goodnight to you and this depresses me. my head is a mess.