today i don't know what to do. everything is out of order.

lonesome. and doubtful.

i feel like i lie all the time. is it lying, to feel empty and smile anyway, to talk about the trivial things when your mind is racing with questions of, for someone,

to not answer when you know the answer but do not know how it is spoken

.

last night i dreamt of vampires and boggy backyards.