"I've got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots."
But a hunger for what? A good cheeseburger? Some Nachos and dip? Or something more? Something worth feeling this, perhaps.
I sit awake at night. I stare out my window and watch what I can, until my paranoia gets the most of me and then I'm positive someone else is watching me and I get creeped out.
I'm empty.
I'll go and see Karen tomorrow and she'll disect my thoughts for me, do all the work and tell me what I need to do to get out of this hole I'm digging.
I'm looking for something more. Something that will make all of this worth it.
About Me
- Stegosaurus
- Hugs are a good thing. Gangster hats and tunes are fun. Sometimes I think I am really good at dancing.
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