Thoughts at 12:14 a.m.

Listening to Ledisi.
I remember i sung this for Milana's answering machine.
I gotta get up at six. ughh.
Once again, you didn't call back.
Oh`well.
I hate this feeling...
I want some twizzlers. Hold on.
It's supposed to be "hot" today.
That's ohkay, i'll be in the movies.
ughhhh, im not even tired.
&& blah, i keep thinking about you.
this shit's uncontrollable.
&& it doesn't stop.
i feel like a kid,
when my whole face brightens up
&& my heart jumps
&& how i get really happy,
whenever you call.
&& then whenever you say you'll call back,
everything goes back to normal...
My dad can actually be cool, sometimes.
I need a shower.
What if my life was exactly the way I want it?
I guess that would defeat the purpose.
Question: What am I to you?
What are you to me?
What do you wanna be?
Dad let me drink last night. Ha.
His friend likes me.
Im scared. All his friends do.
Nigga talkin `bout how ima look when I'm older.
What the fuss?
"Every word of this song's gonna be about you."
i love you. i do.
"Now that we've come this far,
I need to know whats going to be your position.
Baby, listen tell me where i need to stand in your life."
........
(that thing you do.)
it's one o'clock.