belligerently sober.
i should be getting that extra hour of sleep.
but i am awake and my heart won't calm down because nothing is as it should be. and this is not my fault. it's yours, when you won't say a word to me, even when i say i can't take it anymore. you don't care? you and me vs. the world. ha. save something before it's too late, because nothing's more important than this. or is it?
"so you're playing the aladdin? sold out show? remember about 2 years ago when my band did the same? no? oh, single or double?"
that old friend? yeah. didn't grow up at all. what a suprise.
i don't feel anything, unless we are living and dying for each other every second of our lives. how many times do i have to say it before you understand?
"remember, gabe, when bitches say to you 'what the fuck are you doing? you work at a grocery store and a bar, and i'm going to law school', they're not trying to build a foundation for a friendship after you two are lovers."
i'm pretty fucking tired of women. tired, and...retired. i quit.