I am the father: this is my castle, these are my fists, the subjects of my kingdom are aware of~

Mar 01, 2009 23:55

. . . . ...... . . . .

Building up, breaking up, breaking down, building a train of emotions.
I explained it best today: like a Venn Diagram, or a very prolonged outline of thoughts, a facetiously organized chain. Each one giving forth to the next.
I've made that connection when I finally came to the end of these stupid little emotional self-inflicted, self-accusing tirades. although I'm looking forward to when I can stop labeling them as "stupid," because really, I'm only human, and really, this time I don't want to say that "I'll be okay" or that I'm going to insist on some real kind of kind of silly reconstruction that my head and mind and self must undergo.

I have been damn lonely. I have been damn sick of this town, let me just tell you. So... it's just that when I leave it, I would like to leave my head as well. I can't insist on every place other than this one being the visual of perfection.... . . .. . . ..



More about the magic that I experienced on Thursday night later.
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