I don't know if I can do this. I don't know if I can weather these storms without bearing the evidence.

with love and squalor,
ekw

...this isn't real.

with love and squalor,
ekw

It's more important to experience your emotions than to rationalize them.

with love and squalor,
ekw

I wish that what you said the other night wasn't so causticly, obviously true. I wish I could feel flattered, or let it feed my ego, but all I feel is ingenuine, and overwhelmingly misunderstood. And monumentally alone. Crushingly, significantly alone.

with love and squalor,
ekw

Why am I so afraid of these people that have tended to my delicate heart for years? What more could I possibly be afraid of experiencing?

with love and squalor,
ekw

I don't want to live this way forever.

with love and squalor,
ekw

When I let things progress naturally, no natural progression ever really occurs.

with love and squalor,
ekw

There's a degree of romance involved in paper & ink, but you could have called. You know, since romance is probably the root of the disconnect in the first place.

with love and squalor,
ekw

I need to stop trying to figure out or explain why I am the way that I am, and just change the things that I don't like about myself. Sometimes you don't need questions in order to formulate answers.

with love and squalor,
ekw

After all is said and done, nothing at all has been said, or done.

with love and squalor,
ekw