benni

just lost my update. motherfucker.

heh. soooo... about that last entry. oops.

getting ready for work... running late, but it feels like its too early in the day to be running late.

i woke up alone on a tearstained pillow, shallow breaths punctuated by dreamy whimpers...

i had that dream again. fuck that dream-- once was more than enough. tearstained and quivering is no way to start the day...

so does drunk talk mean i dont know what love is? pin pricks to wake up and make it okay. i dont know how much longer i can afford to live like this.

im broke. and broken too, i guess. i cant wriggle out of this funk, as hard as ive been trying...

i wish people would hold true to their word... lately people make it hard for me to trust them.

so how about it?