well, so here i am.

sifting through a bunch of shit i need to sell...and shane just im'd me.

He is in love. He is waiting for the let down. Used to be one of his agents. haha...yeah, we know how that one goes.

i might have things to say back in my head...somewhere if i dig deep enough. but tonight is no time to be digging. today was therapy. doc wants to see me again monday at 1:30. seems he doesn't want "this" to wait a week.

and how to start, where to begin?

that i am not exactly what you pegged me for really shouldn't be so surprising. i am many things.

you "tranced me back" to the last time i felt what i was feeling, and you missed what i said to say something else. and what you missed is crucial these days, sir. elemental and trite and all those things i despise. and even as i type this, i start to sway and soon it won't be me typing here anymore. and that would be bad, very bad indeed.

as for everything else...it doesn't belong here anymore.

very much like the woods, the sun filters through the leaves in fragments of fragments. shadows look like bruises.

in that scene, there is an exquisite pattern of love and hurt. the same patterns are found in concrete and steel.

i don't even know why i bother with this thing anymore...there is no point really. all i ever do is hit backspace anyways.

i have glenfiddich and xanax, ought to make a nice combination. time for one more smoke before i fall over in to a drugged coma.

i might as well just say good night before i backspace that as well.

no more.

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