more, more, going through the motions to pass the time, when did i become this way, i've never been this way, i feel so old and like i'm doing everything i can to just get older
i've been bad, i've been writing julian and he'll never write me back
my mind is OPEN, it really is, to letting others in, i asked my pretty drug dealer friend to come over on friday and spend the night, he did, i'm just so tired of being alone. i slept through saturday. today was painful. i'm trying to get things done. i'm going out for drinks in a bit with celine. i'm taking it second by second, and it hurts like a bitch.
things are fine, things are fine, but i kind of wonder what i did to deserve this.