It's the morning after and it feels like I'm hungover. Feeling so much at once for a long amount of time does this to me. It doesn't feel real, like it was a dream or something. Maybe I can pretend it was because I have no marks to show for it.
I'm just glad she was up. I feel bad, because I kept her awake into the early hours of the morning and I feel selfish because mostly I don't care.
I really, really needed it.
I'm sinking, ok. Like there's stones in my pockets and I'm sinking.

--Andria