01.08.02 - 11:57 pm
tomorrow starts a new day. ends sorry and slow, like all the others.
its been nearly a month and i swear im not counting the weeks that go by. i lost my job yesterday and didnt feel a thing. the mailbox was empty except debt and delay.
and i know i shouldnt say it, but i miss you more than i should.
the sun hits hard. makes ovens out of hondas. lipstick on the dash.
take that as you will.
