2009-10-19 / 11:11 p.m.

I keep telling myself that eleven eleven wasn't made for wishing, but just this once I'm allowing myself an exception because I am not a logical person, so no matter how many times I tell myself that nothing bad will happen tomorrow and that I am a perfectly well adjusted human being and won't fuck up the simplest of tasks, my body still won't stop being scared of it's unintentional carelessness.