documentation of day two:

[eelster]

i cleaned out my entire room, wanted to bury some things with the weight of you. found an izod sweater of yours, buried my face in that, as well. and, sadly enough, it still reaked of your room. oh well- there are only so many ways to escape.

it should always be three a.m.

less traffic, more thoughts, not nearly enough sleep.

one day, im sure, ill make sense of being this naive.