3/27/07

Anger and tears and feelings I could not explain
holding my breath and wishing that if i held it long enough….
what? That things would be better? That I’d cease to exist?
I don’t fuckin’ know.

It started raining like crazy a little bit before J kicked me out. I walked home slow and took the long way. I was soaking, sopping wet. And ok with it. Wanting to enjoy it, wanting so badly to enjoy it.

I’m finding it hard to see the point.