See how we fade.

After god only knows how long (read: 12 years), I finally bought myself a waffle shirt. My mother always told me they look like pyjamas. This is a big development in my life. It's been raining on and off all day. I'm coming to the realization that words can't do justice to anything that's happened. That's frustrating because I'm still trying. My hands are shaking. Low blood sugar, I suppose, but I'm not hungry. I want to watch Lost and Delirious tonight, but it's not here. I want him, but he's not here either.