:: a.whisper.in.water ::

:: Friday, September 05, 2003 ::

Jenn's burning bridges again. Her fervor is a little terrifying. Her demands aren't reasonable, as they're not based in fact. She's hurt me, badly at that, and there's a chalk outline on my bedroom floor where I gave yet another life in another transfusion that might have kept her from giving up on a better day. I don't know if we're together. Do folks in limbo ever sleep? I doubt they could; I certainly can't.

I miss her, I Love her, and I can't sleep without hearing from her. She's running from nothing again. I don't even know if she loves me. She says she does, but acts as though she's never known the concept. I have class in half the number of hours for which I should be asleep, if the government's to be believed. My mom may come tomorrow. I'm a mess. I haven't worked on anything all week. She still doesn't understand. I'm not the sort to resort to "you'll never understand," as she sometimes does at bad patches, but as shocking as it may seem, I've got a side to the issue she thinks she knows, and does not.

A brave little piggy named Orson once quipped about the danger of a little knowledge. You should ask Wade about it. He's the duck with the inner tube.

I'm running out of blood. I don't know where I could get more, certainly nowhere at this time of night. A spreading stain in my bed, a driptrail from the last time this happened, slits in my skin that never closed, simply never had the opportunity. God, an answer...

:: Aziz 5:06 AM [+] ::
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