My deepest apologies to SilSolo, who insists on me drawing sometime soon. It's in the works... but I had my markers out and I was doodling when I was struck by my rare, poetic side. It's very rare, so appreciate this.
Where to begin... well really, the deviation says all my true thoughts on what's going on, but as for setup... This guy and I have a really complicated relationship these days. Well, we can't call it that because he doesn't want a relationship. Didn't I tell him when he and I were getting to know each other that I didn't want a relationship? I thought we agreed on "dating". Anyway. Look at me! Angst! Scary!
Whatever. These feelings only become intense at around this time of night, 2:30am. I've got to stop staying up so late. Maybe then I won't feel so bothered by all of this.
PS: I know the art itself isn't that great. I actually like it the way it looks in my notebook better... chicken-scratched with doodles... quite a bit less delicate-looking. But I couldn't find a proper handwriting font to fit what I needed here... and I'm not showcasing the visual art anyway. It's the words that are important. I could have posted them as some form of literature, but I felt lining these feelings up in the simplicity of horizontal lines would bound the volume of abandon at which I am truly at.