Do not resuscitate.

[pain_amplifier]

I find myself reading notes in the back of old spirals from the junior college days. A voice somewhat familiar speaking of crumbling relationships. A voice afraid of being alone. I look in the mirror and I don't see the fear now. As I predicted, the callouses have grown. I live alone now, in a colorful prison of my own design, surrounded by

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[spoonshake]

The electricity dancing in the back of my mind to the music.

This was good.

I need to grow again. To lift mountains and to destroy.

So was this.

Where are you living these days?

[pain_amplifier]

I moved into the condo I bought a few years back with my dad's help. I couldn't rent it out again after the last tenants moved out. About a year ago the association passed a rule about renting out the units. So, after my last semester, the parents gave me the boot and I'm living on my own now. It's quiet. I go to sleep when is natural for me. Nobody roaming around in the middle of the night to bark orders at me. No Polish screaming to wake me up too early. I think I'm starting to become less and less insane. It's frightening, really. Thanks for asking.