Jul 22, 2004 15:49
Car, dismembered.
Insurance, only liablity.
Relationship, quite stable.
Woman, in it so fucking deep.
Storys, oh so many.
Thoughts, scattered.
Views, questioned.
Decisions, just one so far.
Assistance, none.
Help, little.
Fatigue, oh yes yes yes.
The world, I wish I could just stop if from spinning for just one second.
Then, I know I could do something.
Calling, Aaron at 5 p.m.
Love,
Zach