Top of my lungs

i got home last night early so i can talk to dirk about his visit at the hospital. . .
and he got mad at me for calling him on the water spilling in the back of my car, cuz he said it probably wouldnt spill but it did and he got really annoyed that i called him on it . . .

anyways, i was so exhausted i didnt talk with about it last night and he went straight to bed.

he couldnt sleep thou, so at 5 in the morning, i am screaming at the top of my lungs, voice going raspy

hmm a thought just came to me. . . maybe, maybe i am just not ready. i told celia she shouldnt date till august because she should have this summer to find herself. . .

maybe i need this more than she does...