Monday, July 04, 2005 // 10:32 PM

ostensible nothingness, stop. stop everything in its tracks. i dont think i can help it, i think i can help it. i dont like believing otherwise, everything, everything is cowardice. because, because i've stopped trying to beat you down with a stick.

how can i say what i said about you and still be feeling the way i do about you right now. right now right now right now.

i need to get used to doing the whole School Thing. i keep saying that it is unbearable, no it is bearable but why the heck am i bearing it? what am i bearing it for? i want my idea of a perfect world, right here right now.

crabby. if i had a mini grand piano in my house maybe i would be substantially less crabby.