Dolor Blue Devils: Nearing zero hour..

Well, the time is nearly upon me... leaving in 4 hours to see my PO.

Do I have a clue of what I'm gonna tell him about where I was? No.
Ah well, maybe he won't violate me... doubtful but we'll see..
It's only 4 years, the judge did say if he saw me again he'd violate give me all my time back. Maybe I'll get a degree or something, get another GED cause I lost mine... it's pretty easy. Learn a trade...

Didn't think I'd be writing another one of these so soon...
Not really sure what else there is to say on the matter...

I know I should sleep, tried.. can't, maybe I'll try again soonish. I can try sleeping in the car too, 6 hour drive or so... maybe I'll luck out and be back in a few days... if not, que sera que sera...

Do know you're loved even though I get incredibly stupid... you know who you are. The one thing that makes everything kinda seem ok and who sees me in a light that I don't see so myself and keeps reminding me... maybe it'll turn out ok...

Maybe..

Have had this song on repeat for a while... bad prolly but eh...
The Magenetic Fields
All the umbrellas in london:

If I went through the night, i'll be all right.
It'll make a good song or something.
I've been trying to give my self, reasons to live.
But I really can't think of one thing.

I drive around, I walk around in circles.
Cause I got no sense of direction.
I guess I got no sense at all.

All the umbrellas in London couldn't stop this rain.
And all the dope in New York couldn't kill this pain.
And all the money in Tokyo couldn't make me stay.
All the umbrellas in London couldn't stop this rain.

I don't cry anymore, I walk out of the door.
And I usually keep on walking.
I may sit at a bar where the cocktails are.
But I really don't feel like talking.

I ride around, and let the darkness fall.
Cause I got a sense of perfection.
And nothing makes much sense at all.