i might've made this the title of a previous entry.
can't sleep.
trying to say good bye to what was our thing. because i know it's fairly over. the hints are there, i get it, okay.
why does this happen so often? is there no one else that gets as into it as me?
will i ever get over this?
the craving, the ideas, the need... the voice.
i'm sorry baby, it wasn't what i intended.
