There are novels yet to be written . . .

Jun 11, 2007 01:37

I can't fall asleep. Before 5 it seems.

I've already learned the lessons I'm testing. Most the hard way. So why am I pushing the buttons this time??

Alcohol will never respect you.
Will people?

I'll find out. In the meantime, I can respect myself. And someone else. And know that I'm safe.

"It's all of the good that won't come out of me. And all the stupid lies I hide behind. It's such a big mistake lying here in your warm embrace."

"I think I'll go out and embarrass myself by getting drunk and falling down in the street."

Or maybe I'll go to sleep.
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