would it be so bad if we all said what was really on our minds?
2004-02-27 & 12:19 a.m.

my energy comes in spurts. locking glances with you is either futile or draining. i wish my steps were lighter; i wish our trays of food didn't resound with ringing hesitation. i am tired of these games. and i am just so tired.

but i am sleeping alright. and spring is coming.