that night i cried myself to sleep.
by sunday night the world was magical again. my little room in my home away from home was beautiful in the dim lamplight.
tonight i sit on the floor in that same room. it isn't so beguiling anymore. it feels lonely.
sometimes i regret the fact that i am a person ruled by feelings, because when i am sad it seeps through me and becomes me. it is who i am. i am made up of long hair and sticking out ribs and rain and sunshine and clouds.
but then when i am happy i revel in it. i love the fact that every smile, every feeling feels like a shot of electricity running through my veins.