as I scream at the top of my lungs to a blank slate.

[cantcheetkarma]

it's not good.
no not good at all.
to do these things.
to speak too quickly without knowing exactly how it will fall on the ears of others.
to peer into places, become privy to feelings which are held in semi-private secrecy.
and make things a big, muddy mess.

I'm not sure why, or how, exactly I'm able to muddle things up at such an amazing rate.
it's remarkable, really.
you should see me in action.

so, I sit here, confused at the events which transpired, writing on a webpage, instead of my journal, with hopes your eyes will fall on these words.

it was nothing kid, and it was much.
i didn't mean to scare, I just wanted to thank.
for there is much to be thankful for, even if the feeling is reciprocal.
i was in a tough place, and you brought me to light for even the briefest of moments.
i don't expect anything more, you understand.
just that you realize I am so happy to have met you.
and that you're no more fucked up than anyone else in this goddamn country (world? dimension?).

just let things be and all will come to rest.

"In the end everything will be ok, and if it's not ok, then its not the end."
-kyla jagger neilan

meow.