dear kwan.five

you silly little thing.
i don't need you to smother me with things. you're making me feel bad.
grab a piece of paper and a box of crayons, draw me a picture and i'll frame it for my wall. it's sentimental value will be the same.
because at the end of the day they were all products of thoughts of me.

i tolerate you because i love you. because one you piss me off i realize, it isnt worth it and i stop being angry.

2.21am i need to be up soon. damn. im going to regret not going to sleep.