repeatedly defeated me.
piia & laura
in my head i quote comforting sounds. just sadness for no reason. i guess it will pass with sleep. maybe, hopefully. i feel a bit ill. nothing on telly tonight, except conan. i could just go and crash. after eating something. tomorrow is all the same, doesnt really matter what i do. and then its all over.
i carried around a notebook that had poetry/lyrics i wrote at an emo show in january. i wanted to share them with someone real but there was no time.
from this day on, i shall be rather dead. nothing interesting. nothing visual. that's all they want from me. he thought my postcard was lovely. i think he is, damnit.