misplaced

sittin' in the staircase, holding back tears
lookin' over mad years worth of photographs
pictures of some places, I ain't ever goin' back
some people i used to love, why i ain't show 'em that

- clock with no hands - the roots

This is an unfamiliar place, to say the least. I'm trying hard not to get caught up in this thing, but damn, it's a mess. No end in sight.

Effing internet is slow as hell. I'm sick of this. And, i'm sick.

I need a break. From something.

the clock stops

Should I put another battery in it?

I'm sick. Man, it's a nasty bug this time.