If I was sick it would be now.

Stop the dreams. I couldn't if I wanted to. Sleeps not easy but it's inevitable. Are you sick, sad, do you loose the days into the weeks and weeks into the month? Depressing thoughts don't depress you? Love's just a word you can't feel. Private thoughts flood your mind leaving you a float in the dreary weakness of the soul. Are you driving a car with passengers with intent, never letting them know you never intended to reach their intended destination.

I'm going home. You fucking little bitch. California Pizza Kitchen it for pussies and I can't afford to leave my shoes untied in the afternoon.

FUCK The What.