physically, i'm a wreck right now.
i sound like a boy and my eyes are sore.
i was cold all day up until when i managed to fall
asleep under the lamp near my bed for about 3-4 hrs
and woke up feeling like a fried egg.
oh, and i love that i can't taste anything.

oh you.

i try to downplay it,
but i miss you like whoa.

i had hoped. he shall remain the enigma that i have chosen to
no longer seek clarity from. and oddly enough, it does hurt.

when did i get so old and weary of the world?

my roommate's annoying.
that's something new.

a very anticlimatic seven days ahead.
then off to live out of a hotel for a semester.
why am i already wishing for november so suddenly.
i love autumn. i shouldn't rush it. what's meant to be will be.

mental note: season two of nip/tuck comes out next tuesday on dvd ( Read more... )

and so it seems my past two summers will always have you written all over them.
whether it be for 3 months or just a week. any time spent is debilitating enough.
tonight i noticed: my dependency is waning. or has been for quite some time.
and i was flattered by the recent attention. but flattery from you just isn't enough.
not from anyone. ( Read more... )

i don't know what to think of you
or what i've done or what i should do.
you always leave me a mess.