I miss the absence of silence. Replace it with laughter and endless jabbering please. Dok, I'm sorry. But remember whatever you're feeling is because of me. And thus, I feel it, two times more painful. My outlook can say otherwise but deep down I'm hurting but pretending is my forte so the facade remains indifferent. I hope you don't assume otherwise, because it hurts if you do. And I hope you know it. I'm sorry I'm unable to do my duties. I'm sorry I'm too stupid to understand. I'm sorry melancholy robbed my words away. Now I'm speechless. But that's okay. I just want to tell you I love you sista from another motha, nsbb. And the sleepover was superbly awesome to the max, if that made sense at all. It is secretly topping the charts of best sleepover ever held. Make some prawn with you next time okay (winks repeatedly until I turn blind)?
Love,
ruinette.