jeudi, octobre 27, 2005

croak

i am this close to wanting to give up. fucking tired, restless nights, restless mind, oh the irony in that every waking moment i breathe a dull nightmare

even more tragic is the sad truth that sleep is the only respite i can get nowadays; yet i'm getting less of it than ever

i suppose this is the bit where i drown, beneathe a lilypad