i grew up too fast, he grew up too slow

Last night, I stayed up until the wee hours of the morning. Daddy took me to work with him, I was famished. We visited my aunt, lines of worry and sadness were etched onto her face. They discussed matters in serious tones. Curious, but confused, I wandered about, finding the cutest pair of argyle socks. Wool coats and winter jackets on racks upon racks surrounded us at burlington coat factory where I found clothes for boston (and a cute pair of steve madden boots). Now I feel ready to face the cold autumn winds, but not yet the icy winter colds of new england. I brought friday some doggy treats; he was more than ecstatic (jumping up to lick my face). Colin was at concerts in the park, so packing a sandwich picnic, everyone headed over to central park. I forgot my book, so I began to draw. I haven't done any productive work in my moleskin for quite some time. We went to barnes & nobles after and I finally have Amelie & Marie Antoinette. Everyone has gone to bed early; only the mice in the attic keep me company. I keep thinking of how tonight was abts; I'm so sad I couldn't go. My heart is heavy with bitterness and regret (the sun is coming up for a new day).

I can't sleep, I can't speak.