Truly, still?

I feel like something is missing.

Can I say only this? After everything that has happened?

It feels like too little, and too much.

I'm on repeat. Forgive me.

I need to get some sleep. It's barely nine o'clock, but I feel I should get to sleep.

I need to think, and I need to think up a different bloody phrase. I'm being selfish, this isn't what people want to think about at the moment.

Yes. That's it, now I think on it. I feel extremely self-centered at this very moment. I feel juvenile. I'll go to bed.

I hope things work out. Not just for me.

I'm very contemplative tonight. Perhaps I'll figure something out. If I do, I'll let you know. Guaranteed, I'll let you know.

Your Guardian Angel - Red Jumpsuit Apparatus