"You're wishin' too much, baby. You gotta stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone oughta be.”
-

zombie.

sorry i wasn't very good company yesterday. told you i was in a stoney mood.

cheka said that i walked slower than usual, talked less than usual.
suicide bomber said that i had a tinge of sadness, or maybe fatigue, about me.
all of them asked what was wrong.

thanks guys, for being such great pals. don't know how i'll ever survive without you all.

sorry i couldn't tell you what happened. it's too painful to put in words. something is sucking the life out of me.