Aug 25, 2005 05:27
Stupid song is still in my head.
Alone. Again.
Alex is in trouble. He's become... A friend. Talking with him helps to ease the pain. And he makes me laugh. Even if it's about horrid things like bits of Magneto inside of me.
John thinks I'm plotting to kill someone. I still love him.
Bobby's gone. I love him. No still. No more. No less. I love him.
No answer from Logan's cellphone, though I did try.
You know it's a bad day when the best thing you can say about it is - Least I have sleeping pills.
love,
alex,
death