only the good.

so i made it there and back. to cleveland that is. i saw the faint for about 15 minutes and then bright eyes. i may have drank too much, but who can say? the drive back took way too long due to unforseen circumstances. i don't like being other places all that much. it all blends and looks the same, and every building looks like something i drove by in saint louis. i ate so much. and really shitty food. like bad. i shouldn't wig out, but i could tell i looked bigger. ugh, i just felt like shit all day. i spent about an hour in the hallway after the show. first with my back at the wall, my legs taking up the whole walkway. then i just layed down and probably looked more like a corpse than a human. either way, the words got through. they may have made their way to you. I wanted you to be there, but alas, conor's schedule didn't coincide with yours. i just realized how late it is, but i don't care. i'm off tomorrow. the last day of my extended stay. like burning in my chest. or pounding in my head. i was light with the previous day's endeavors. i was full and in the cold. i had a weight in my heart. i think i may sleep. i don't want to. and i don't really believe i should, but i can't figure out anything better to do. so i guess i'll lay down now. i guess i'll wait for sun. i guess i'll find tomorrow. here it is. here it is. here is a month.