the days pass faster and faster, screaming past me in a blur of smiles and regrets.
"i'm late for a very important date"
i feel like i'm constantly checking my watch.
it's better than checking my back.
it's not that i don't love people. i do.
i just don't like them.
especially myself.
there's no one else to blame.
i don't believe in god, but if i did, he would definately be ernest hemingway.
or ben and jerry's phish food ice-cream.
i'll disappear in the click of your flash.
