index | archives | notes Friday, Dec. 23, 2005 8:17 p.m. << [ Greetings From Canada ] >> I get so fucking tired of feeling what everybody else is feeling. At this very moment, I fancy myself a princess trapped in a tower. We're staying with my grandmother in her tiny one-person apartment; six of us squished in here together. He said he'd miss me, and he forgot to say the rest of it. "...When I've run out of other people." I said I loved him, and I forgot the rest of it, too. "...Because I don't love myself anymore." I'm sucking down cheap red wine from a plastic cup in my grandmother's apartment, and all I'm thinking is somebody fucking rescue me. Greetings from Canada. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org