and all the simple things were gone

and then the sadness just came along. 

back in ny and back to being alone. 

moving around gets old, i need to find something more comfortable and secure. i dont want to come between friends but ive put all my eggs in one basket. 

you belong with me

it seems we're meant to hate it being so dependent

but it seems we can believe that we're two peas in this pod

we call new york gets so lonesome

three more days and then its back to the city.

im without a roommate, again. 

and i don't know what to do about my kitt. 

and i dont know what to do about forgetting.