Sometimes, you just have to write. And it doesn't really matter what you're writing or who you're writing it to because as long as you are, that's what's important. As long as you're saying things that maybe don't need to be said to anybody except yourself.
But maybe they need to be said anyways. If you don't, you might get hurt. You might hurt someone else for not saying what you needed to say. "What she doesn't know will kill you."
It can hurt and it can scar, and it's just the fact that nobody said anything that did it.
Well, that's all.

'CAUSE SHE LEFT YOU A SONG... THAT YOU DON'T WANT TO SiNG.

"And we're singing that I believe that lovers should be chained together, thrown into a fire with their songs and letters and left there to burn in their arrogance."
I just told Madeleine that things were looking up. But are they? I guess so.
I think it's funny how I write in here. It's mostly just me trying to convey how desperate everything is, I never really talk about normal day to day stuff. It's bizarre.
So I'll start.
I have a hair appointment on Saturday at my favorite salon. It's called Exalte and it's really close to that place.
Um.
I have an audition soon, on Wednesday. Between now and then I need to learn how to do a Jewish accent.
That's all I have to say.
Well, not really. But it's all I'm going to say.