i can not get through the day without him , or someone like him . i kept my head rested on a pillow when i asked , `` where are you going ? '' she 'd have to crash through it and hope for the best . truthfully , it felt completely natural to let the events of the evening spill over into the day , but angel knew she shouldnt let that happen for a multitude of reasons . i was n't mad at her though , not really , but him i 'd like to stomp into the f**king mud . 