just let me sleep
nothing changes, not really.it stays the same and i'm so tired, i'm always tired and that's all i know how to be...tired. i want to somehow break past this, i want to be able to write again. i want to be able to close my eyes without dreaming nightmares and i want to FEEL things without having to cut. is this hopeless? someone please tell me it's not.
john and i went to see that band play at mcdonalds on saturday night. yeah, that would be our neutral mcdonalds. anyway. they were pretty good, not punk like they were describing themselves, but they were ok nonetheless. although i would have liked them a lot more if they wouldn't have been called spacecamp dan. if they would've been called spacecamp anyone-else-but-"dan," i would have liked them more. or at least i would've felt a lot more comfortable. it's the things in life we think we're rid of that come back to haunt us the most.
i hate my arms. they're so fat and scratched up. and if i were to run away, would anyone notice that i'm gone?