billybillybilly

4:09pm, start:

4:11, start:

Maybe 45 minutes ago I got a line stuck in my brain. It was pointy like a nail and kinda circle shaped/kinda spiral shaped, and the more it stuck the less it meant, got blurry...

Now it makes no sense, none at all.

4:29:

Sometimes I just really wanna talk, but I don't know to who or about what.

4:41:

Wonder if she'll make another stop here before I'm gone for good. Logically yes, logically no.

4:50:

I should have been drunk enough not to remember my dream but it still happened. Mr. Friend and myself walking around the

5:02:

side of his house, door swings out and walking into scene comes Girl E. Pants. On her phone conversing, doesn't see me. She's dressed for a wedding.

5:24:

She looks at Mr. F and smiles, makes the push sound, mocks a dance, makes the push sound and giggles. Then looks away before

5:28:

she sees me.

5:46:

i know she knows i'm there. this game is getting old. treat me like a fucking person. look at me. don't pretend i'm not right here. here i am. right here. you can feel it and i know. you're not fooling anyone.

Wake up.

...yes, i had to get up after that. i wasted the last hour i could have slept smoking. i wonder what brand she smokes. now now...

i need a line to end this thing with.