3.07.2008

"you said i'd wake up and get drunk alone in the park. i called you a liar"

all day today i've felt like screaming. not at anyone or thing. just screaming. i need you to give me a hug. that's all i can ask.
i bought my sister a plane ticket to home.
tomorrow all of our hard work will be put to use. this is only a prelude of things to come. just wait you'll fall in love with our art. there are very few artists out there like us. the best are dead. does that mean we'll die young?
i'm nervous or anxious(for a completely unrelated reason i think.) i know what will make that go away even though i don't know why i am nervous. and more sad i can't make it go away not today or tomorrow. maybe the next day