there is an entire part of my apartment that i do not go to.
i ask my dogs for advice and all they do is kiss me.
i cried for 20 blocks after watching where the wild things are.
in the 'watching yourself in the mirror' crying sort of way.
tomorrow is sunday and i wish the weekend was more eventful.
my friend matthew told me that i lost my spark.
this is where my heart breaks.
because he doesnt know that ive never had a spark.
and whatever spark he thought i had doesnt exist anymore.
not like tucked away in a filing cabinet.
but in a "i cant remember and i never will" kind of way.