That Night on the Carpet

Well, once again I am writing in the absolute blackness of night, only this time it is more like early morning (around 7:00 AM) and I am with AIR7. Things are getting stranger and stranger and stranger. He still says that he loves me but I wonder if love is really need. (And this whole room smells of sex). I guess I'd rather not analyze what is going on. (Is this pen running out? I can't see in the darkness, but it feels that way). And five times is enough to even wear me out, although AIR7 is definitely asleep and I'm still not the slightest bit tired. I suppose I will pay for it tomorrow...

It sucks that I have to go home tomorrow and be reminded of everything...

Well, maybe I should try to sleep at least three hours before the morning. AIR7 and I are going to the Whitney with his Aunt Rochelle tomorrow...