the lil gerbal in my brain...

[swetcheks]

thoughts and spinning emotions have led me to awake and aware at seven thirty after a measly couple hours of sleep... It's a lil later now, after returning to my trashed place, not home, not where the heart is, or where I sleep, simply a place, and a messy one at that. (take your records, take your freedom, take your memories I don't need em, take your space and all your reasons...) all he can say is well .. nothing... and isn't that everyone's story lately?? Well, take your nothing...

a lil bit of cleaning after stating that I would not, but I can't handle it so messy, I can't be okay with not good enough...