Three days off is sort-of surreal. An endless abyss of nothing. I'm doing domestic things and it is making me crazy. My mom wants me to keep baking, but I've got really nothing else to do. The Giant's game is on at four. And I've got to go grocery shopping and I want to go to the gym before then. EEK
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(I am here, this is really happening.) "
i rather like that bit. especially the last part about "proof of life." you called me profound...
we need to hang out. i'll be back for a bit later this week perhaps, or for the holidays a while on the 22nd. take your pick.
cheers.
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I am happy because I cry and I get upset and I let myself gloat and I don't feel anything because of it. I am happy because I like violence and darkness and pain. I like the way anger and sadness and sickness feel because they feel different and desperate and interesting. I just do things and accept them as what I did.
I wish that we could see each other more often. What the heck happened!
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