i wrote this as a letter, bought the stamps and all but i lost your address.

narrator: she walks up front, clears her throat, sticks her hands in her pockets, pulls out her batteries, tongue ring, corsage, and speech. throws it all away 'cept the speech. whaps the microphone, and speaks, shivering at every 'r'.

this is what ive concluded in the last two days:
im abstract, vague at first reaction, but not afraid to explain, open up and tell whatever story ive got going on inside me.
people dont and wont always get me, im sorry 'bout that, id say id fix it but i wont cause thatd be conforming to other peopls ideas/wishes and we dont do that now do we.
with that established, get this:
im not /trying/ to hold you at arms length and yes im speaking to /all/ of you. im hooked on playing, but there's a point where it gets to be too much, ill be the last one to admit that, and that brings me to my next point. those lines. are you aware that people make a heck of a lot of lines these days. im attempting to not cross them, but sometimes its impossible, sometimes i cant help it, and sometimes they /need/ to be crossed for my good and yours. so the major two im avoiding right now are: that of tension, and that of play.
i hope you could make sense of that, or at least /part/ of it, cause or else im officially hopeless. signing the papers and all.

love
tj

you're a bit of a rebel and im a bit of a fanatic.
im thinking they complement eachother.