Monday, March 24, 2003

the boy called at 1am, waking me up in the process, obviously, to tell me that he picked up the parcel and liked it. which is great.
but it's still there, the feeling of being disconnected, like hanging in mid-air. tried to tell him what i feel like at the moment, how hard it is to be apart, how hard it is to not have any idea what's up, and it just didn't work out. he didn't react, really, or get what i meant. or whatever.
crying in the middle of the night. how great and useful.