Don't you love those days when you feel like dying?

Rather, don't you love those days when you feel like not waking up at all?

Yeah. No. I hate those days.

Today is one of them.

The entry title, Cry myself awake, is oddly true.

3 times tonight I've awoken crying.

I don't remember my dreams, but I can guess, from the vibes left in me after I wake.

It's lovely the amount of people that take me for granted.

But I let them. And maybe it's not all that bad.

Because I don't have feelings, in the end. Feelings that matter.

I have a tendancy not to. :]

Me and Lindsay should live together. We're both unaccepted.

I could waste my time chasing fireflies
Rather than shooting stars.

'Cause flying too close to the sun isn't smart.
And I've died too many times to keep flying.