i was thinking about something the other night. i hope im not remembered. i think i've been enough of a blight.



i'm feeling very much on the outside, looking in. only i don't like what i see, so then i get all introverted. i'm never the life of the party, but when other people notice that im being quiet i think it's getting bad. what can you fucking say though when you despise everything? it gets old fast.


i can't believe how long it was before they found him. i feel guilty for that. i feel like i should have been the one to find him. that would have somehow felt right. im really sorry about that. and a lot of other things and i just wish i could tell you. and i just wish you'd have understood.


godspeed