April 11, 2002
Damn, damn, damn. I almost fucking forgot. It's late, and I have to be up early, I should have made time for this earlier in the day, should have planned for it, but I just fucking forgot till I got in bed. And I'm laying there, thinking of her, trying to program my dreams, like maybe if she's the last thing I'm thinking about before I pass out, then I'll get to dream about her all night. But it never works. Nothing with her ever fucking works. And the worst part is that there's no one to blame for it.