I speak...

I speak to an audience though no one's there.
I show my true feelings, and no one's there.
I turn with turmoil, and still? No one's there.

Remember when fantasies turned into realities, and you were more then just a part of me?

My room is littered with tiny paper circles,
Made from pieces of paper.
Cut, from a mediocre holepuncher.
Because consequently, life without holes is rather meaningless.

My "n" key sticks. I have to press it up to three times for it to commit to sticking on my page.
This is both frustrating and annoying.

NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.

Maybe now it wont be so reluctant.

Work sucks. But in a good way. the people are entertaining. Within merits.

NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.

Clarice is a girl I could get to know.
Cayle is a boy I dont want to know.
He asked me two days ago (Finally) if I had a boyfriend.
I think the only one who hasnt asked yet, (and has tried/sorta/ to get somewhere with me) is Troy. He is soo... I dont know. Insignificant.

NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

I guess I should ask that you're here when I fall again.
It seems important and inevitable. (NNNNN)
He changes his mind more then Canada' experiences odd weather schemes.

I should really do some work now. I'll make it through.