i honestly don't know why i still would say that. that i miss you so much. it's so messed up, maybe it's just the night that takes it toll on me. but the cross streets just were too familiar and if you just feel half as weird to see me as i felt about being on these bloody streets i completely understand that you would have an issue with that. i am at 'home' now, or whatever they call this place and some random shit is happening on the tv. james dean looks across the room from a poster pinned up at the wall and i remember random moments in the practice rooms, an orange skirt, passion, truth and a shut door. it's just passing, is it.