today was a good day.
maybe.
i like watching my phone ring.
i collect missed calls like you collect lovers.
sorry, darling, i wasn't made to be broken (by you).
some day, everything i say will make sense.
that day i'll be dead and gone, and this'll just be the ramblings of a girl never really known by anyone.
not even herself.
i have the world's smallest violin sat on my shoulder.
and i play it fabulously.
yo.
