Saturday, October 16, 2004
I really don't know how to start. I do know that you don't like it when I beat myself up over things, and yet until I hear from you, until I know you can forgive me, that is exactly what I'm going to wind up doing.
I have been so wound up lately, and so full of new and strange drugs that I'm finding it difficult to express myself with any sort of ... I seem to be brain dead right now. The words just aren't coming, and so I can't tell you how I feel.
I wish you could see my eyes, and I could see yours. You look at me and know everything. But you aren't here.
I have been so wound up lately, and so full of new and strange drugs that I'm finding it difficult to express myself with any sort of ... I seem to be brain dead right now. The words just aren't coming, and so I can't tell you how I feel.
I wish you could see my eyes, and I could see yours. You look at me and know everything. But you aren't here.
