Apr 24, 2005 14:17
last night i drank and said things i should've have.
there's such significance, they say, to drinking alone... and i shouldn't do anything that holds significance, if history has any merit. it bothers me that i miss justin right now. our conversation last night was revealing and... chaste. i don't know what i need from him, or want... i just know that i find comfort there.
all i want to do is strum that red menace and sing, string words without indication together and let their meaning be assigned by anyone who cares to assign it.