Thursday, December 24, 2009

Wine is so fine, but drinking means thinking...

...I'd like to say that tomorrow will be better than today.

I'd to say that.

My resolve is waning. It's fading. I want to catch it, chase it, bring it back...

...but that part of me is so very tired. So weary of trying.

I need to remember why it's worth it, and I don't want to have to gain a pound to wake up.

Ana, come back. Please. I'm sorry I scared you away...disappointed you.

My heart is breaking for my lack of a companion in this...I need her back to control me, because I can't control myself, not right now.

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