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
'Cause flying too close to the sun isn't smart.