the drinks we drank last night.
3:12 am.
i'm angry and i don't know why.
3:25 am.
i just spent a solid thirteen minutes writing.
and then erased it all.
sometimes i just need to fight with you,
even though i can't take it when you're mad at me.
i think it makes me feel like you care.
or something.
i must be crazy.
3:46am.
i don't know what i'm supposed to do with the things you tell me.
or the things i have trouble telling you.
i think that is my only way of holding anything back.
everything else i give holeheartedly.
3:52 am.
i want to talk to you.
but i can't.
i'm going to bed.