faking it.
Thursday, Oct. 23, 2003
been one of those soft days that falls apart if you handle it too much. i want you here.does that make me something like weak or sad? that i want you here with me?
maybe if i sucked it up, and said, i feel nothing. i'm not scared.
are liars strong and independent? maybe they are, and i should try to be like them.
it's crumbling in between my fingers, sticking to the very center of my palm. the only way this day will end is in irritating pieces that stain the creases of your hands.
