  It’ s weird how you can think about something so much that you forget how much it’ s on your mind.  Eating snow flakes with plastic forks And a paper plate of course,  you think of everything Short love with a long divorce And a couple of kids of course They don't mean anything Live in trailers with no class goddamn I hope I can pass high school means nothing Taking heartache with hard work Goddamn I am such a jerk,  I can't do anything And I shout that you're all fakes And you should have seen the look on your face And I guess that's what it takes When comparing your bellyaches And it's been a long time Which agrees with this watch of mine And I guess that I miss you,
 and I'm sorry if I dissed you - Trailer Trash ,  Modest Mouse Sleepless Anna is a confused Anna.  All last night I kept thinking,  “ It’
s time to go to sleep.  and then I didn’ t.  How can I be so tired and not be able to fall asleep?  It makes no sense.  So I listen to “
Lonesome,  Crowded West”  The polaroids on the cover are all taken in Washington.  One is an artsy shot of a hotel in downtown Seattle that I recognize.  Most are pictures are of farms,  though.
 They compliment the music well.  I wrote a really long poem last night.  I don’ t understand what it is about being awake at three in the morning that makes me feel so poetic.  But maybe its one of those little secrets of life that you don’ t need to understand to enjoy.
 I like that quietly rapturous feeling.  It makes me sort of sad,  though,  because I feel happiest when I’ m by myself.  People don’
t bother me,  not really.  It’ s just the things that people do that bother me.  I’ m trying to decide if it’
s better to be closed to most people and safe or uninhibited and risk getting hurt.  Should I have to decide who I am?  Shouldn’ t I just let me happen naturally?  I could really use a cigarette to calm me down.  Unfortunately,
 though,  I am all out.  Affectionately…  Anna 
