Je t'aime.

Today has been strange. I woke up with a heavy heart, one of those dreams you can't remember was about except for the feeling it left behind. I sat and listened to paperplain and elliott smith; I looked down into my ugly mug. The tea dregs were left at the bottom, and I swirled my cup and they danced around. Reading tea leaves is almost like an art, but you only see what you want to believe. They only tell you what they want you want to hear.