Heartbeeps.

Sleep is coming less and less easily, as of late. My appetite has pretty much vanished, as well. Troubling.

Too much going on. Everyone needs to chill the hell out. Especially you. And you. Far, far too intense. Not that you'd ever understand.

Switching tracks in the middle of the race. Big mistake, on my part. I can stick with this. I know I can. I can't give in. Not now, I have to stand up and let you figure this out. I'm not giving in. I'm not giving up on you. You're better than that. I have faith in that, above all.

Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't say.
So true. Music is really my only solace. Even if the majority of my collection has been locked up in a goddamned metal box.

Sleeps alone tonight. Or this morning. If ever.

If ever, indeed.