Taste you on my tongue.

I need you to talk to me.
To keep my sugar level up.
But you don't.
And is weird if I start a conversation with you.
Because it seems I'm desperate.
I just pray that you will talk to me.

Tomorrow is professional day!
How?
I've really nothing to wear.
Yet no one really believes me.

Tomorrow I'm going to make a fool of myself.
I can predict it.

Ftml.