Apr 22, 2004 02:04
Imagine college. A girl goes to this college. This girl - very tired, nay exhausted - addresses the crowd briefly before retiring. The computer belonging to this girl likes to crash. Thus, these remarks cannot take the form of a witty "away" message.
She realizes this is shit and stops talking in third person.
I forgot what to say. Sleep is welcome.
Briefly, I am my own best friend, I am an island, I have been reading too much about wars and death.
Good night, Moon.