not divisble by the number 3

i am cringing at this conversation had before and how i will carefully select my words to mask how i really feel, so you don't hate me, not yet. nope, you're still an in between to some settlement that'll make everyone more comfortable, me included... but, i'm holding out. and doing a decent job, i should add.

but, he'd know that i am somewhat of a silly girl, and realize that i've been with the in betweens so long that i've neglected genius and madness and settled into tv watching and gossip. no, not settled, not quite yet...

having feelings for a dead man that hated things not divisible by the number 3 surely seems to be a recipe for dying alone.