A sorta homecoming?
Aug. 9th, 2004 01:08 amReturned to my apartment to find no reply to the letter I agonized over writing and sending to Emily. Half the posters fell off my bedroom walls when I was gone. My bed is unmade. I live in a shithole. I'm wired and tired and sleep depped and the cranky five year old living inside my head doesn't understand why I can't just pack up all my shit and move to NYC tomorrow.
It's too fucking quiet here.
It's too fucking quiet here.