bars of soap shaped like monkeys
12/28/2001 11:39 p.m.
i hate it when things keep slipping out your grip. when youve come in seconds too late to realize theres nothing there anymore. yet you keep holding on and dreaming about it until some unfortunate inevitable thing smacks you in the face and forces reality upon you. sometimes i want to wrap myself in movies books and poetry and never remember that you dont love me
I am currently Detached
I am listening to crescent moon--piano music