wrote this the other day, decided to just post it.

[birthoftragedy]

funny thing with women, we actually have a conscience (sp?). men probably do too, i'm sure there are those out there, but fuck (buttfuck?).. seriously though, if i had a dude in my life it would shorten all my adventures quite a bit (or at least restrict them). love is rad, real connection is timeless. but i haven't found it. i've instead learned about betrayal, vanity, fucking, psychology, and a gross misrepresentation of men. it has driven me to uninhibited freedom and i give credit completely to the tragedy or whatever dramatic term would be suiting. point is, i would not be compelled to feel, love, care, or act in the way i do without the shit i've experienced. it's not the worst, but it isn't the best. being anywhere near lost is enough to understand anyone all the way. we can't rescue, but we can understand each other.

lesson: learn, don't look back for something new. the only change is in the chaos of the future and the depth of the moment.