everything in
it's right place

anxiety
but you are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living

undone 060505
so it seems, there's really no love in the time of cholera. not for me, at least. the perpetual stream of information, description after description overflows out of my insignificantly small brain. my brother says it only gets interesting a thing of the way into the book, but i barely got past the first chapter!

- it's probably shifted over to yann martel's life of pi. just got it, to keep me company during tomorrow's guard duty (guard duty).

i miss you yet i don't want to say it. i want to talk to you about the world and more, everything in and out of it, yet i don't. sometimes i don't understand why i do the things i do.

head over heals for her 280305
that's what he's telling me. and it's funny how i just posted the lyrics to a song about parallel lines.

parallel lines.