Sep.4th

Its 1:53 AM,and I cant sleep.
Carrie Bradshaw writes with a cigarette on her hand,her voice repeats everything she types,and NYC is what she sees from her window.
Im on my bathroom,I like just sitting on the marble floor,its white and very very cold.
I actually can sleep,Im tired,but I dont want to.Its been a really bad day,and I guess that if I go to bed now,the day will finish being bad,its like accepting defeat.
So, I guess I dont want to sleep hoping that something exicting (aka you talking with me) happens to cheer up the day.
I really want this to be a good day,wich is my way of saying that I miss your voice.