been sleeping 3 hour nights. i love watching people sing and speak and write about the people and things that they love. it makes me feel regular again. gave up on love when i started seeing about it in gossip rags. gave up on god when i realized one day my family was gonna die. gave up on myself too many times to count- you could trade mistakes for sheep and count me away forever at night. thanks for never giving up on me. even when you truly should have. and most of our incoherrent thought is wasted on whether it will mean more to stay or to go. if we can get home before the light hits our bedroom.