Mar 03, 2007 01:15
Brianna: angry, bitter, having just thrown a fit. lonely, bored.
Juan: stretched across our bed, (hopefully) sleeping in a room carpeted with freshly-laundered clothing of which i have just tossed about in an angry, bitter fit. addicted to a computer game, hot-headed, often unfamiliar, deeply missed & deeply adored.
I'm waiting to be sure that he's asleep. I'm exhausted; the light from the computer screen is doing my lids no justice. tomorrow will be a slightly altered version of today, of yesterday, of the day before.
When I close my eyes I will dream of yet another once-close friend, now far away in miles and minds. I miss them. Betray me, for I am easily manipulated; take advantage of me, I'll likely submit.
For now, sleep is all I have to which I can submit.