From a gas station down the street

Feb 09, 2004 04:32

Words were spoken, and perhaps even a fight. insecurities, paranoia, and I was gone again, in my trailer, with my cats, speeding as far away as possible. I'm getting really good at running ( Read more... )

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stephentrask February 8 2004, 14:44:22 UTC
my hands are tied in more was than i can count right now. i'm sorry that things are like this. please don't disappear from us. just take the time you need to take care of yourself. get back to normal, because this - is not you. at all.

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Re: phillips_bijou February 8 2004, 15:02:13 UTC
what exactly is not me stephen? if this isn't me, then i've lost myself completely. for the first time, i'm letting my problems out...and i feel like people see it as not, the real me. dissapearing looks so yummy right now.

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Re: stephentrask February 8 2004, 15:08:42 UTC
i don't remember you feeling sorry for yourself so much. maybe i'm wrong.

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Re: phillips_bijou February 8 2004, 15:10:30 UTC
I'm sad Stephen. I'm allowed to be sad.

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neane_garofalo February 8 2004, 18:43:25 UTC
If you EVER need anything, give me a call.

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Re: phillips_bijou February 8 2004, 21:56:29 UTC
Oh I think I should be taking you up on that shortly, beautiful.

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Re: neane_garofalo February 9 2004, 07:33:35 UTC
Great, I'll be sitting by the phone.

:-*

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