[.mixed.up.]
At 2:47 p.m. on August 25, 2005
this is supposed to be perfection.
how is it that i find myself sitting at home.
with her crying in my arms. expressionless.
i feel numb.
i have everything that ive ever wanted.
but no friends to share it with. sometimes
i just want to pick up and move.
go back home to the people that i know.
it's not that im not happy.
i love my life.
im just so goddamn lonely.
