the leaves come down.


there is no sound.


and if i fall, would you notice, at all?

all is lost.



i'm doing what i always resott to in this sort of situation; im listening to ihatemyself less than nothing anddd drinking. three quarters of the way down this bottle of soco.


eyeing the bathroom cabinet.



im glad the people  i used to know have found new people. ive lost touch with the people i used to know. i think not being in touch with me is somehow good for them, in a way.






 i realyl wish i still jtalkied to the people i used to know.,