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[lovelysecrets]

Sometimes I check back, wondering if another has posted for me, or if I managed to update without my knowing it. There is nothing left for me here, right now. I should have known long ago, but should have is so confining. I always had hope for you and us, trying to make things right when I never could have. There are no answers for what we have

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end of utility

[coderman]

"bury"; one of my favorite verbs|actions

I love you

[anonymous]

We can both see what we were doing and why we did what we did. We can see our lies and none of it makes sense. But both being as fucked as we are--- who is to say... My life is more fucked up than yours... My life is more meaningless and arbitrary. I have no sense or perspective....
But than again, are you talking to me or another? Everything evolves around myself and what I think. My delusions of grandure are over passing.