I live in a small world.

I slough off externalities.

I have many shortcomings.

I guess I just want to feel like I know myself
I guess I just want to feel like I am secure

Ha, and this is for old times sake

I will space it out.

And will cite music:

I thought about you

&&

And the meaning of the word futile

Therapy can only realize what your friends have said

I'm glad my friends have said such things

And I can swear I saw your reflection
In a pool of rain on the concrete...

I need to be alone.

And then I will find myself. And now, honestly, that is my only mission.

My room is a mess

I walk past a wall of books and notes to get to my bed
I dig through a desk of beer bottles and cigarette boxes to get to my computer

My window is always open though
And the sun is always setting in the west

The U District is out tonight

First thursday 619
Casiotone FTPA

Work
Friends

Swallow the cold
And follow your breath

What a terrible time to find this song

I've felt hollowed all week long

Snowed In

Then we drove over 26 hours in two days to get home

Christ I'm happy to be here

I want to sleep in the city that never wakes up
And revel in nostalgia