Another Uncertain Night that Seems Slighty Less So but Does it Matter?
I feel like it should be later than this. That I should be older than I am. I feel like you're reaching out, but it's so far from where we've been...are you? I'm afraid to try and find out. Almost as afraid as I am to be me. Almost. I'm missing my days of love and light. But somehow, their absence is beginning to hurt less. I don't think that I like that. Sign in to see full entry.