breaking down
It's 11:54 PM. There is no way in fuck I can fall asleep anytime soon. I think I'm slowly dying. Everyone else is gone, therefore I am alone. And there are two more days to fill before moving back to Chico. I'm not gonna make it. Been idle too long.... chest caving in to fill the empty spaces... waiting is too cruel a task... won't someone play with me? won't anyone hear me?
"my towers are falling! my towers are falling...
and no one will answer my call"
"my towers are falling! my towers are falling...
and no one will answer my call"