exhausted

i had a really good weekend and went to philly with liz for her b'day dinner. it was great food and really fucking cold but still a great time. then yesterday we went to the punk rock flea market, i was trying to hold back from buying too much so I got a gorilla biscuits, and paint it black records. biked there and back. it was great weather for it. then went back to jersey exhausted. still exhausted. also very confused on things. so confused and don't know if I should say something or keep quiet. how long can i keep quiet without it eating me inside. Theres no real reason why I should be unhappy right now, but more like not satisfied with something, and its only one thing. i don't know what to do about it though.

I cut in line, I bled to death. I got to you, there was nothing left.