seperation anxiety.
I have seriously cleaned my new place three fucking times today (four yesterday) just in case someone decides to drop by. No luck. I've redecorated the living room so many times, to the point where it looks exactly the same as when I started. I keep pacing back and forth, looking out the window, in hope that maybe Greg will return from work, early. Jesus, I'm fucking nuts. I keep having really fucked up dreams about people dying or leaving me and since the only thing to do here, during the day, is nap with Tube, it's a reoccurring thing. So, what's the deal? I realize people are busy with school and work but I don't expect much. Spare 5 minutes. I don't even care if you fucking like the place. I need some social interaction before I a) lose my mind or b) raise the bar to a pack and a half a day and God knows I can't afford that. But, fuck it. If anyone cares, drop me a line. Myspace message. Email. Whatever. I start my new job Wednesday... until then, just prove to me you give a shit.
Thanks,
DB
Thanks,
DB