Two Points for Honesty.

[catatonicia]

Strange day, strange thoughts.

The silence was good while it lasted, but I'll wait it out another day.

He's the kind of guy who'll think I've been in a carwreck because I won't answer the phone and yet I can't bring myself to care.

It's a silence I know I'll break. Eventually.

I've been living in silence a lot these days, all blank pages and blank looks.

I killed a spider and then I lost the corpse.

It can't be a blank wall if there's a window.

I'll just disregard this and wait to sleep it out, because eyes closing on sunrises and opening on sunsets isn't a place I need to be in again. I have a week to convince myself this is just PMSing and not depression. I just need sleep. Real sleep that is deep and dreamless and wake up refreshed. Ready to cope. Ready to make a decision. Or something other than this.

I had a nightmare
I lived in a little town
Where little dreams were broken
And words were seldom spoken.

I tried to reach you,
But all the lines were down.
Summer rain began to fall
On this little town.

The little people
Have very little left to say;
Their words had all been shortened,
They didn't really seem important.

And I had a feeling
That you were very far away,
But a little voice inside me said,
"You'll never get away from here."