I was looking forward all day to the shoot tonight, to spending the night in a Newark landfill that's only accessible by foot. It's the only thing that kept me from weeping all day and stabbing customers at work. I may have only one line, and I may not make it out alive, but at least it gave me a reason to live, for a little while. Now that it's not happenning until Sunday, I feel like killing myself. I don't know if I can last that long.
I will be sitting in a dumpster waiting for you to call me back. Answer my cries for help. Help me fly away on a seagull, into my dreams.