there is nothing worse than coming home, after a hard day of work, to a dark and empty house.
(though it might not be as bad as coming home to a house full of people who dont care about you. i have never experienced the two in close enough proximity to compare.)
i want a vacation.
a new dream to dream.
something for my words to do.
for someone, anyone, to call me back.
no one in this state reads this blog.
if there was someone who did i would ask them to go on a walk with me.
its the first cold day of autumn.
4:08 p.m. - 2005-09-28
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