Last night was scary. I was talking to Asshole on the phone for a really long time, until I fell asleep and Asshole was still on the line. Being nice, he held onto to the line while I slept. And I dreamt of a really scary thing and woke up crying, my pillow soaked with tears. It wasn't until 5 minutes later when I realised I never got around to hanging up the phone. Natureally, Asshole heard me cry and talk in my sleep. Sorry.
These few days have been really emo. Maybe it's my hormones talking but... I just read some letters from the past and realised how much I had but didn't treasure, how much I had thrown away. This isn't the most coherent entry, but I'm kinda jumbled up now. Why, oh why, can't we go back to the start? Once more chance and I wouldn't make the same mistakes again.
好想你, baby.
Please don't read too much into this, I just need to vent. Thanks Soujirou for making a thumnail for me, though God knows why.
Love, Claud.
;Only you can stop the rain tonight
11:08 PM
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