5/31/04

In four hours, May will be over.  My favorite month will end with the most pathetic of fanfares – silently, alone, without so much as a glance from anyone.

I am struggling so hard to grow up and I am failing so miserably.

I love these sunny days – but sometimes they make for the darkest of nights.

I’m going to go crawl into a hole somewhere and die.  It’s been real.