Thursday, August 24, 2006
so, i heard.

why do people never tell you while they're going through the process, but wait instead to spring it on your unfortunate head when it's all been decided? i don't think i can take another shock. not this soon. not this much.

i feel nothing.

there's nothing to feel anymore, anyway. just a host of negativity and self-doubt and the wind whispering in your ear. just the blue blue-ness of the afternoon sky and leaves that fall like the rain. and the sound of silence.

people die, beauty fades, love changes, you will always be alone. why do i remember such bad lines? when the shit hits the fan, you run out the door. that's what you do.

and baby, they'll always be an awful lot like you.
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