Taste the sound of tears.
My contacts burn. And my eyes are threatening to close. I’m more sleepy than anything else. My mind is a blur, and this feels like the perfect time to write and be weak, caught unaware.
Three hours later.
I went to go check my mail. My CD arrived — SKSK’s Faces. Then I went to go look at the shiny Macbooks at the campus Bookstore.
Now that I’m back on campus everything that happened earlier, everything that happened yesterday seems pointless to mention. And I rather not discuss the details of the argument between my mother and I. It’s all irrelevant and it never happened.
Perhaps I’ll add to this entry later today. I’m only just barely holding on.