Monday, August 30, 2004


and i came home in his clothes. nothing happened, but i got to sleep there with him, and he me, and i left in a t shirt that smells of his room -- even if that smells like his dog. i felt bad staying and leaving. staying because he has to work and what if he would sleep better if i were not there. leaving because he can't just say goodbye. he always walks me out. so i tried to sleep. but all i would think about way the staying and the leaving. so eventually i left. no calling you later, no ill see you there. just see you later. so, messy.


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