Sunday, April 25, 2010

012.

Occasionally I'll stick my hand, arm, head, body out the car window in attempt to remind myself that I'm alive.
Tonight is the first night it didn't work. It wasn't enough.
I don't know what that means. All I can do is hope its just a temporary malfunction.

I'm getting better at whistling lately. I've always been able to, I don't know why I've even noticed this. I just really enjoy good whistlers now. Myself included.
..I am so weird.

I'm upset with myself for current being in a hotel in Indiana and not taking it for all it's worth. I want my friends. If they were here in this room with me, I'd feel so so alive.

Always something to complain about, never enough.


If I had a roof like this I'd be permanently happy:

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