dear ima bout to give up diary,
my mind is about dry. i dunno what more there is tonight. if i could lip sync, now is when i would. things are the way the are. i'll wake up tomorrow the same way. prolly. except, maybe the hurt of what is to happen will be a tiny bit less, or maybe tomorrow will be the day it will happen and all the pain will be front and center for me to address. no words could ever equal the account of the actual theme of the story i could tell- so i wont even bother.
