Monday, November 26, 2007


I wish i had someone here to talk about all of this crap to. There's so much. Someone who cared and wanted to listen and had something to say that didn't make me feel worse or wouldn't feel worse that they didn't make me feel better.

I took for granted being with people who really did that for me before. And the miles that stretch between us now. I took for granted who I was.

I got impulsive.

I wish I was in Rome. Yes that would make things better.