from what i can gather, last night was the night of strange dreams (as though all other nights arent...). i had at least wo, becasue i can remember waking up and rolling over
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ive got a line from the journal of a suicide that i read in a book stuck in my head. but only parts. "you will not be happy... you will be stressed abut something..." and there was so much more
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and right now i am sitting here, staring at my buddylist, being upset that i am too afraid to tak to someone who (like everybody who i get attached to eventually does) left suddenly and for no reason
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