nights of wishing, I could open my mouth. but when i finally did speak you were nowhere to be found
i'm thinking a lot. and for once in long time, i don't really want to write about it. i'm in limbo and i'm going to keep these little fleeting thoughts inside my head.
tomorrow hopefully things will be better. and by better i mean that they will make more sense and be more settled. mike is right when he says that everything i've said is so one-sided. maybe soon i will know the other side?
i make oh so many assumptions.
Tuesday, Jan. 28, 2003
1:01 a.m.
1:01 a.m.