the no-replacements.

the secrets are piling up.
i feel like im going to explode.
seriously.

five minutes ago:

i'm a bitter betty, i told daniel.
what are you bitter about, NOW? he said, sarcastically.

see. see! this is exactly what im talking about!

oh fuck.
here we go.

no. no. no. see, james would never had said NOW. he would have said, what's a matter zaida? talk to me. and then i would have told him why im a bitter betty, and he would said, "ah, that's nothin'. this is what you gotta do..."

see, daniel. this is why your lover can never *really* be your best friend.

you never get tired of your best friend,

even when they bore you to tears.

what do you want me to do?

nothing. you cant do anything. i'll just go write. i'll blog all my secrets.

i miss my secret keeper.