I was in the best mood ever a few hours ago after I watched the most incredible movie ever...
but now I'm not.
Suddenly I'm afraid and I don't know what I'm afraid of.
Mostly I think it has to do with the events that occured within the hour
and within the day.
Which none have any real significance.
I'm starting to think that my mind is playing tricks on me.. again.
There isn't anybody to talk to either. What the fawk.
(anybody awake at the godforsaken hour? call me or IM me or something.. please.)
I think I was beginning to rush something that shouldn't be rushed.
Or maybe I'd been taking it too slow.
in other news: I've fallen in love with jazz music.
and I would also like some sidewalk chalk so I can play hopscotch. are you game?
I don't know why I'm posting this in here, opposed to
heartdestruct where it belongs. probably so someone doesn't read it.