2001-12-30
- 9:07 p.m. time passes so slowly. i need. makes it move slower. my inside hurts. and theres nothing i can realistically do about it. can i drive to her house and demand to see her? no. can i call her? no. can i smoke her out? no. so instead i sit here. watching the hour turn. moving like an old man with concrete boots. i dont know what to do. what to do what to do what to do. it becomes a mantra. my heart beats. i need someone to talk to. i need her. i need someone to talk to. in eight days it would be 5 months. im afraid. im in love. i need to do something. |