dans la nuit
my regular bedtime is slowly becoming 3 or 4 in the morning. i try to sleep earlier--i even get in bed all ready to go and everything, but no sleep.
i'm ridiculously tired during the day. i don't wonder why.
i become hungry during these late hours, but i know i shouldn't eat because it's an odd hour to eat, and it might even impair my sleep.
so i just take sleeping pills hoping to go faster.
i'm tired already, but when i lay in bed i can't go. i just can't. so i need extra tiredness, i guess.
i just saw Big Fish again. it's one of the only movies that's ever made me cry. that is all it is.
i'm having lunch tomorrow with a girl that's going to tell me about the truck in the trees.
later on i'll have a mango-themed picnic in the botanical gardens with another lovely girl. i can't wait. for the mangos, and to talk to this girl.
sometimes i'm reminded of emma back in boston, and how we had a picnic under her tree in the cemetery. it was a beautiful day.
i haven't heard from emma in months, almost a year.
sometimes i'm reminded of when i used to stay up this late back at home, and i would talk to sam in certain ways. and i would feel that the night was our own private room in which we could talk.
it hardly felt like anything else was alive or awake at that moment.
i miss sam. (sing it softly)
i can't wait to go back to georgia this weekend. i don't have a set schedule, but maybe that's better. i want to see friends, teachers, and certain people more than once.
i want to do something i've wanted to do, but i don't want to regret a single thing.
i think my stomach is calm now.
je croi que mon estomac est calme maintenant.
i'm ridiculously tired during the day. i don't wonder why.
i become hungry during these late hours, but i know i shouldn't eat because it's an odd hour to eat, and it might even impair my sleep.
so i just take sleeping pills hoping to go faster.
i'm tired already, but when i lay in bed i can't go. i just can't. so i need extra tiredness, i guess.
i just saw Big Fish again. it's one of the only movies that's ever made me cry. that is all it is.
i'm having lunch tomorrow with a girl that's going to tell me about the truck in the trees.
later on i'll have a mango-themed picnic in the botanical gardens with another lovely girl. i can't wait. for the mangos, and to talk to this girl.
sometimes i'm reminded of emma back in boston, and how we had a picnic under her tree in the cemetery. it was a beautiful day.
i haven't heard from emma in months, almost a year.
sometimes i'm reminded of when i used to stay up this late back at home, and i would talk to sam in certain ways. and i would feel that the night was our own private room in which we could talk.
it hardly felt like anything else was alive or awake at that moment.
i miss sam. (sing it softly)
i can't wait to go back to georgia this weekend. i don't have a set schedule, but maybe that's better. i want to see friends, teachers, and certain people more than once.
i want to do something i've wanted to do, but i don't want to regret a single thing.
i think my stomach is calm now.
je croi que mon estomac est calme maintenant.