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a few things, 3 01 am, thursday morning before halloween.
-listening to joni mitchell while driving through the woods never loses its luster.
-i'm losing steam with my art. keep going.
-i miss my mother. and my father. and watching life as a house did not help.
-stop pushing people away.
-michael. michael? michael! michael... michael;
-i have gone to sleep the last three nights not wanting to wake up in the morning.
-i can't stop thinking of everything, no matter what, coming to an end.
-all that you have is your soul. so says tracy chapman.
-what if you don't have that?
-being with michael has made me want to call everyone i've ever liked and figured out what went wrong.
-i am so beyond fucked up. fucked up doesn't even describe it. it's just annoying now.
there. perfect. andrew brischler is hereby no longer fucked up, but just annoying.
i have got to get out of this mess in my head.
-listening to joni mitchell while driving through the woods never loses its luster.
-i'm losing steam with my art. keep going.
-i miss my mother. and my father. and watching life as a house did not help.
-stop pushing people away.
-michael. michael? michael! michael... michael;
-i have gone to sleep the last three nights not wanting to wake up in the morning.
-i can't stop thinking of everything, no matter what, coming to an end.
-all that you have is your soul. so says tracy chapman.
-what if you don't have that?
-being with michael has made me want to call everyone i've ever liked and figured out what went wrong.
-i am so beyond fucked up. fucked up doesn't even describe it. it's just annoying now.
there. perfect. andrew brischler is hereby no longer fucked up, but just annoying.
i have got to get out of this mess in my head.