3 August 2012
I wish I was there again. There was something comforting there. Something that eased this sleeplessness. I was so safe, but so far from anywhere guarded. Though my bed was rock-hard, I really didn't mind. And I miss you Gabe, your blue hair, and bass lines.
I wanna go back. I'm sick of home. Sick of worries. Sick of getting up early. Sick of worries I'm sick of home. I wanna go back.
Goodnight Cabin 4 • Opuss № I