twenty-seven june
eleven : twenty-six p.m.

"i've been thinking too much. and. i guess, first of all, i don't know where we stand. and i don't want to stand anywhere. i feel terrible. i feel awful. but i don't want to. i don't want to like anyone."

"it is pouring here." and there was the longest pause. and he continued. "life will give you exactly what you don't want at exactly the right time in his joking effort to tell you that he is nothing that you've expected. and everything that you'll ever want."

"i can't hold onto anything. i don't know what i've been saying."

"what i've heard : 'hi. i am not doing so well, and there is so much on my mind.' then you said 'i have a fist in my chest, and its jutting a finger in my throat. and i wish he hadn't said what he said.' but..you told me to tell you."




listen : "an attempt to tip the scales" by bright eyes