highway40  

Every time I think of her, I'm only thinking of myself. She makes me feel nice.

...or is just that she makes me more aware of myself and my emotions? Can you feel if someing is the truth or a lie?

Maybe I'm losing it.

Maybe I already lost it... Like Benicio Deltoro in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.

But I'm not on numerous psychodelic narcotics. I should be.

There's only one way to rid myself of these feelings. I should quit digging up dates at the cemetary.