Liberation.

Finally its over. i can't be any delighted!

Now with the order of things, i'm going to take them down one by one. endlessness, a good sign?

Hell yeah, i think about you all the time. i don't know where the fuck you are, what the fuck you are doing, who the fuck you are with, who the fuck and what the fuck you are thinking of. i know shit about you.

And its becoming a fucking routine every night. looks like its a matter of getting used to now. nothing else matters, i just want my sleep back. back from you.

I'll wait forever and another day for you.