11:30pm 07/12/2008
 
mood: crushed
music: The whir of the computer's cooling fans
Been up for nearly a week. No sleep.

Thinking.

Writing.

Writing shit.

I hate what I've written.

Why do I keep this crap? It sucks ass.

*sigh*

Anyway, I saw Tatsuha the other day.

He told me that he left years back to keep me safe back when he was doing drugs. I guess he was in serious trouble.

And now he's working at a host club and going to school.

I haven't been able to write since I saw him.

I guess my heart still remembers what we had.

*~*~*~*~*
My writing's shit.

Why do I keep this stuff? Why do I even try?

My head hurts.

I'm going to bed. Alone. Again.

I hate sleeping alone.

Ryuichi		  
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