5:35 p.m. - 12/31/02
eep.
I don't feel safe now. I feel scared. I'm thinking, nourish is all words and no love, and I'm all props and no reality. I'm thinking it's dark and dreary out and why the fuck isn't my mom home, and god oh god I wish I hadn't missed my meds that day. I'm tired and I'm thinking I've dreampt about Tracy the past two nights, but it only felt right on the first one. I'm tired, I'm scared; I don't feel safe.
And because I can't have you the way I need you, I settle for wanting my mommy and wishing, wishing, wishing it weren't New Year's.
chord
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