donderdag, september 07, 2006

My mother's emails are lingering on the precarious edge of tear-jerking and.. uh, mushy.

I'm spending far more time in the casino than i do in school.
HOW AH.

I don't like waking up in the morning and missing you so much.
I don't like that i still think of you almost every other second.
I don't like that i keep thinking about 2 july.

How? How do you deal when you know no one else is ever gonna make you feel that way again?

Flying, dreaming, walking, talking, falling - all at the same time.

I also don't like that i don't know why people just love to touch/pinch/pat my cheeks. Especially people i meet in the libaray and people i don't know very well.

i think its 12:33 a.m. now

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