twelve january
eleven : oh-six p.m.

it makes me think of him. everything makes me think of him. i hope he is happy tonight, and not just faking it.

"there is a quicker way to go. just lay your head there on the pillow."

"a hundred things i'm meant to do, and yet, i find myself sitting."

not even two weeks and i'm already going back. weak, weak, weak.

i can't leave here. who am i kidding?

music : "settling" by spokane
literature : billy collins
fixation : transferring; being alone