Jaron and Jenn are number 7.

If I’m ever too melodramatic I apologize, sometimes I feel like my dad and it annoys me.

(The way I honked when I left you, the way I look into your eyes, but I guess it in a way means I care about but it’s so annoying.

Staring probably does get weird, doesn’t it?)

I’m glad about all these notes, at first I felt stupid that I can fill an entire inside pocket of a folder (that’s only part of it) but now I just hope you appreciate it.

Going on I shouldn’t have left you there with Jaron. Let’s get away from me.

I’d like to ask you questions about it, but I may as well just find out in person.

To get through, to go around.
So don’t look back, there ain’t nothing there to see.
Was once like you (can’t say I recognize that face in that picture that you keep).
It’s too high, it’s too wide, you’re so-lo(w) You. Don’t. Know.

And then they all clap for you, because you’re okay.

(It’s like you’re talking to Jaron.)

Intangible. That’s the word. In=N. Sorry.

You know I was actually wondering what we could call our symbol, the (eo), ‘cause I don’t want it to be a whole Prince thing where he couldn’t actually name his symbol.

Intangible it is, is it alright?

(You called me sweetie in front of Mike yesterday, although I don’t know if he was in hearing distance.)

Are you okay with Jaron? I’m asking ‘cause I’m sick of asking about myself.

I’m so outwardly selfish but if you asked me to stop asking about myself, that it’s about you, I’d have to agree.

You told me that if I think something enough it’d probably come true (that was when I was saying you and Mike would end up together).

Well I’m thinking something else now.