ive not yet made a decision about my indecision to decide how i really feel
about this decision at hand. perplexed like a puzzle of a purple porpoise
nothing ever makes sense anymore. i love you today, im not sure tonight. im
still deciding though, and dont take this so personally. its my first
decision since the last indecision incident (we see how well that worked
out). once again i lie in my head, i mean bed. wasting a tree. my bed is
made of wood (its a futon!) but that wasnt my decision either. nothing ever
is, though, because after i finally make up my mind its too late. and just
because im an indecisive idiot, i go without what i want (need).