feelings

again i'm not asleep before 3am.
again i'm left feeling like crap.
again i'm to blame.
again i'm not afraid.
BECAUSE
it will work out, it will be ok.
it will work out, it will be ok.
i need to keep repeating it so my heart will listen and
believe the words that are being said:
it will work out, it will be ok.
it will work out, it will be ok.

i'm not done, not yet.


ps. i love you.



first game's tomorrow at JCPark, 4pm if anyone's interested.
(not that i actually have people that read my blog)