Sunday, October 16, 2005

after 5 seconds

i'll be leaving tomorrow. i really don't know how i feel, but here it goes:

anxious. happy. excited. sad. lonely. tired. alone. mad. agitated. my head is aching. i don't wanna go anymore. i hate my companions. i need sleep. i'm scared i'll get lost. i miss my music. i wanna eat ice cream. i hope i dont run out of money in a foreign country.

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darkness

there is no single point of trauma that I can think of to explain how or why i react the way that i do. we were never poor, i was never mole...