May 05, 2006 20:01
i don't like how you think you know what it is i want and who it is i need. i already lost the things you wrote me, somehow they were taken away before i could get to them; am i going to lose the rest of you again, now, too?
i keep trying to say 'this might be okay' until it comes right down to it, and now i'm shivering all the way through my cemented bones.