cOmEt's tAiL

if we are not careful, we become victims of our dreams. right now, i feel the remains of my sanity slipping through my fingers. i am lost. there is a pool around me. sad, sad, sad.

a lot has happened. a lot. i can't remember half of them but that's life.

gab tickles me. he's cute. i use cute the way i would describe a wayward puppy.

gabie (my roommate)... well, ambivalence.

i have to get my mind off that guy. that guy.

i want to write for heights. scared.