not here.
( 07.26.2003 )
my stomach feels weak - i miss talking through the night with him.
a friend and i went out - we always say we're going to load ourselves full of caffeine, but usually we end up purchasing fruity drinks. (i couldn't resist Tazo) i also bought a new paper-journal, but as i was paying for it.. the cashier politely asked what had happened to my arms. i didn't mask the answer over with "oh uh nothing" - i simply [even lightly?] stated "i used to be depressed." he gave a rather shaky response of "oh, because it looked like a tiger got at you."
he was tall, attractive, dark hair - but. you know, i just didn't care. obviously, i know i must feel [atLEAST] partly attached/devoted to you.
my stomach still squirms, and i think i'll be going to sleep early tonight.
(all so unfortunate)
