30.JUNE.2012
9:15P

it has been feeling like this again. downward spiraling, heart pounding, hands shaking, always mountains out of molehills.

we sit on ground and watch the heat rise off the asphalt. it's 105 degrees. you're wearing a sweatshirt. i'm trying to find something to do with my hands. you tell me i'm wrong. i choke on, "so prove it."

there were innocent nights last summer where i drove to your house just to scratch your head so you could fall asleep.