I WILL DO MY BEST TO MEET YOU THERE.
my bones tonight can rest until seven in the morning. today i got by with ignoring the pile on my floor once more. incense is burning for the fourth time today; perhaps my room is too small for something so strong. it's wednesday so pine street is a bit more loud than normal. i feel exhausted. i've been brushing my hair every day. i can't find the right kind of quiet here. always on edge; feeling like i'm waiting to start living.