Right, then.
So.
Who would be up at this ungodly hour?
Well, apparently, me. It's not like I could sleep, with this loneliness eating away at me. Rotting me from the inside-out, like maggots eating at my flesh.
The last thing I can do is avoid insanity.
Everything else is too late.
And you know what?
That's okay.
I always thought I'd be allright on my own.
Apparently, not. It's now that I've finally realized how dependent I am for somebody else to be there with me.
But of course, at this ungodly hour, who would want to be?
 Navel Candy · Sat Apr 04, 2009 @ 05:59am · 0 Comments |
