Sep 16, 2007 05:00
It's 5 in the morning.
I haven't been able to sleep.
It's a mix between being and feeling sick,
and thinking about too many things.
I really don't want to fuck this one up.
But it's the only way I seem to know how to handle things.
Jovi's....
His..
The 16th of October is so soon.
I remember thinking last year after he died..
he died..
I still can't fucking handle it.
I really really truly can't.
All I have is myself in the world,
and in case you haven't noticed,
myself is a little bit fucked.
I need somebody.