"What's wrong?"
-- "Nothing."
"You're lying. What's the matter with you?"
--"...I dont know..."
"November came too soon?"
--"Yea... yea, I'm afraid it did."

That woman knows me far too well, but I don't mind.


You... it's only September and [most of] the leaves are still green.
Please don't give up yet.

Nothing has to be like anything.

Don't write that.
Talk.

We used to do that, remember?
One more time might not hurt.
and as of right now, I'm pretty sure we've got nothing to lose.

"but i, too came home to an empty house and wandered through the silence like i didn't know what to do. in my own house. it's always filled with laughter and electricity connecting smiles; i don't know how to appreciate it for anything else."
~Chris.

and people wonder why I hate change.