index | archives | notes Tuesday, May. 16, 2006 12:35 a.m. << [ Sponge ] >> In my dreams, a long time from now, you don't tell me I'm worthless and you don't yell at me when I try to fix it, and me, I don't sit around at fucking twelve thirty in the morning trying to pick and choose between addictions, and in those dreams, a long time from now, I sure as hell do not decide on all of the above. I never liked you in the ironic way. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org