twelve

January 21, 2004
7.23p

dear you,

you are the dearest you, with your too short too casual email with too many exclamation points. so unlike you, not even your words. not even you. i feel so tired all the time you know. so tired but i just keep going because i can't be lost anymore. and so when i am coming home on the bus and i feel my eyes stinging i blink hard and look out the window and think this is just now. this is just now. sometimes it works a little. i don't know where it is that i'm going but it must be better than here.

it has been twelve days. how many more until i stop swearing that i will love you forever?

yours,
me