Disappointment.
We walked and walked and walked.
Slowly, I'm disliking things more and more.
I like these hours. Perpetual night is something that I long for. Peaceful thinking and the glow of my computer makes being alone worthwhile. I can almost ignore the cars moving outside and the dreams that seem to follow me night after night. Life fades away for me during these hours. Slowly, nothing matters.
My fingers are bleeding.