as i sit here, all alone, it is you who run through my mind... my cry silenced by too many thoughts.

fuck poetry. i suck at it. but anyways, yeah, i'm still in Waterloo. i'm such a loser. and not to mention, a loner as well. god dammit. it's only 10:15 right now. still got a whole fucking night to kill. and then a whole fucking day. ahhh... and will toronto be any better? i really don't know. i hope so.

god dammit...i'm still hurting... dammit dammit dammit.... Josh Groban's You're Still You isn't helping matters much either... but whatever. i really need a new hobby. Become addicted to lottery tickets, win, and fly to Holland and visit Marijn. that'll do.

i'm only kidding. (about visiting Marijn)

oh god... i'm am such a loser.

ok goodnight.