moving is only bearable when you have a destination.
i, unfortunately, don't know where i'm going. so i have things. all of these things, boxed up, wrapped up- and they have no home. i don't have a home.
this is going to be the stupidest month of life.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
transit
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your home is my heart.
please call me soon. i miss your voice.
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