Thursday, July 27, 2006

how apt

Do you know I can’t remember the last time we kissed. Cause you never think the last time is the last time. You think there’ll be more. You think you have forever but you don’t. Plus my conditioner decided to stop working and I think I have brittle bones. I just, I just need something to happen. I need a sign that things are going to change. I need a reason to go on. I need some hope. And in the absence of hope I need to stay in bed and feel like I might die today.