she wears her heart on her sleeve. she is the most pure person i've met in a while. a long while. i think that's why i'm so scared. well, maybe scared isn't really the right word. cautious. that would be more accurate.

i know she means well. and i know that what she tells me is true. at least, it's true for now, anyways. but really, what is her intent? i've asked and she claims that she doesn't know. fate will have its way, she says.

i don't buy that, though.

what i do buy, though, is how tired i am.

my fingers feal like they're made of lead, my nose is running as if it were a river, and my eyelids just don't seem to want to stay open.

So a tissue and some sleep seem to be jsut what the dr ordered.

good night world.

be kind.

rewind.