2002-07-07 | 3:43 a.m.
and still later...

I can't shut my eyes because they burn from crying so much. So I'm keeping busy with late night talks with Meg who's trying her best to calm me down and assure me it isn't my fault. But God knows it is. I'm trying to read the first draft of American Beauty here but all I can think about is how much I need him. Yes,I need him and it petrifies the hell out of me. Maybe someday when the tears dry and my thoughts are more sensical, this whole mess will clear itself up. Until then, I'm foodless,sleepless,and most of all,seritonin-less. I don't know how much longer I can endure this.

deja vu? | jamais vu?