it's so quiet. it has been for weeks, months. what is there to say. I took a stand. I made a decision. Is it one that I stand behind, no. Is there is a better way, probably. But I just don;t know. I don;t know what to do anymore. About the way things are, were, happened. I still dream it might work out, those dreams find thier way into my sleep, haunt me. And I wish they were true each time. Maybe if I pretend that night was just another dream I'll feel better. Maybe not.
It;s so quiet
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