Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Sleep, let me sleep. Stitch my eyelids to my cheeks and keep my breathing slow.

Again I'm too tired for a real update.
Haven't slept for days.
Think I'm losing a bit of myself.
So I'll just quote you and then go to sleep.

"From day one I talked about getting out, but not forgetting about how all my worst fears were letting out. He said "Why put a new address on the same old loneliness?" When breathing just passes the time until we all just get old and die. Now talking's just a waste of breath, and living's just a waste of death. And why put a new address on the same old loneliness? And this is you and me and me and you until we've got nothing left."

I miss you. Going to sleep. I'll dream of you and car crashes and happiness.

Tomorrow, I'm leaving for Arkansas. Won't be home until Sunday. I'll still try to update, no promises. No regrets. Xoxo.