||[Aug. 28th, 2005|04:47 am]
How did we get here? How the hell, (pan left, close in on the steeple of the church) how did we get here?|
How can a night so frozen be so scalding hot? How can a morning this mild feel so raw? Why are entire years strewn on the cutting room floor of memories?
How pathetic is it when a musical starts to feel deep and moving. I'm moved into school, almost done at IHOP, done at Chilis except for weekends, and missing Darren.
I hate missing him, I don't want to and its not worth it. The sad thing is, I know that; I just don't believe it yet.
Time may change me but I can't change time.