Sometimes I wish I were stronger.
I dreamt about it. Him. It was safe, and warm and happy. There was laughter. And insecurities, and failure. But it was nice. I hope it will be true.
I'm so tired. Again. My room's a mess. People are noisy, I suppose they are drunk, back from the Works. I can't sleep with all the noise.
I wish I knew what to do.
And I have mail to send.
tisdag 2 februari 2010
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