naia. twenty. african-american. bronx born. harlem raised. random. preacher's kid. hyperempathist. aspiring designer.
co-founder of ORIGIN8TY9INE. renovative. messy neat freak. spiritual. extroverted introvert. bookworm. talkative. asshole.
gospel rapper. in love with love. writer & poet. imaginocreative. something like a singer. high quality example of intelligent design. mp3/internet/cell phone junkie. macs are evil. fragile heart. tough shell. txt msg'r. therapist. introspective. overprotective. night owl.
i'm not a player, i just crush a lot?

Saturday, January 5, 2008

creepingdoubt.

"knew that it was right, cause something was wrong
the alarms in her mind didn't tell her he didn't belong..."


whew.
i swear, there's a couple of songs that channel my feelings directly.
thanks, Lupe.


so, i was talking to [or, more accurately, texting] Wanda today.

Me: So Naia realizes she's a little bit of a sucker and a lot a bit of a hopeless romantic despite the fact that she resents it.
Wanda: what happened?
Me: I missed his call by a lot... almost 2 hours. And here i am, half down about it. Plus he's my phone wallpaper now. I'm fucking sappy. =/
Wanda: nah Just looks like u got a good thing going on :-)
Me: I hate being sappy. >:[
Wanda: don't fight it kid have fun.
Me: Bah. "knew that it was right, cuz something was wrong / the alarms in her mind didn't tell her he didn't belong."
Wanda: do u really believe that?
Me: I think i'm starting to.
Wanda: why?
Me: I was guarded when we first started talking and then somewhere along the line, i just stopped and was like, "i trust that he's telling the truth" out of nowhere and i've never dropped my suspicion with a guy just like that.
Wanda: trust yourself. keep your eyes open but don't worry yourself to death.
Me: I'm trying to fit emotions into logic. You and I both know that's impossible.
Wanda: :channels gerald: STOP IT!
Me: My b. I'm going to be like this until i understand it more.
Wanda: then you're going to be this way a *LONG* time. < try forever >


[ sighs ]
oh boy.



well.
nothing left to do but wait for my babylove to call me.



pAce.

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