index | archives | notes Sunday, Sept. 25, 2005 9:03 p.m. << [ Linda's Nails ] >> Headlights, streetlights, neon signs, parking lot at eight thirty on a Sunday night. She's sorry, she's so sorry for fucking up, and I'm staring out the window. I don't want her to apologize. I want her to hate me, I want her to realize that I'm fucking horrible to her, I want to be somebody different. Love me, love me, love me, is all I can hear when she apologizes. Love me, love me, love me, is all I'm really saying. I want to say I don't belong here, but the truth is I earned this. This, for the first time in my life, belongs entirely to me. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org