once again
i'm back. i can't sleep just yet, although i can imagine that andrew is getting annoyed with me typing and all. good sport i guess i can say for now. i think i'm ready to mooooove on. i hope so. a view into my feelings: confusion, fickleness, i want to leave but i'm comfortable, fuck comfort, but i like it, i'm used to it, fuck it....move on. yeah?