they will see us waving from suchgreatheights

work is extremely tiring. as saturday draws nearer, it makes me want to cry.

i cant take this anymore.

i don't want to keep in touch with anyone, i don't want to talk to anyone. i don't want to be at farewell dinners and say goodbye. i don't i just don't. this isn't it. it just isnt.

i miss you alot, do u know? oh well. im being stupid.

im sleepy.and tired.
goodnight.

music: the killers- mr brightside