Jan 28, 2005 17:55
well, i guess you made your stop, too, which is a good thing, because i knew i knew i knew anyway, and the you that fell in love with me would surely appreciate that.
good for you. cheers.
i've lost a lot in the past year, and things like her writing and your lies make me want to punch you in the face like i did a few times.
i dreamt about a weird animal that someone was skinning and turning into a machine, and i woke up crying, swearing to myself in my head that i would never eat meat again. i forgot to tell you that today. but i will still cook meat. how i love to cook meat.
every night, when i can't fall asleep, i write beautiful things in my brain. i don't mean quality, but content, you know, like i used to, and you used to love me that way and tell me (and others) that i was your favorite writer.and this is the only way i'll survive, so fuck off.