I'm bringing Xanga back - drop a comment if you're with me!

I haven't written anything on Xanga in a third of a year. And it's 4am again (or close enough)...

And this place looks the same when the lights are off. Or I guess I mean it feels the same. And I guess that just means it feels symbolic (I tend to make every thing I can into a symbol for something)... This time the symbol reflects lots of things... but mostly a friendship I've never had before, which I guess feels nice. Except I'm saying goodbye to 5000 N. Troy [apt. #3]. And now I feel dumb for realizing that I always say really straight-forward things in ways that make me feel like I'm cryptic and mysterious, though I'm not. But I am always nostalgic. Anyway, tata my little roach-invested dump. Let's just hope this is the only thing I'm saying goodbye to for now.

"And you can't get here fast enough; I will swim to you... whether you save me, whether you savage me; my heart to break, if it must break, in your jaws"