it's been almost two years since i last posted. and i've left my apartment. seen a divorce. seen a breakup. seen a few mountains. seen steel chambers and blocks of lead fall like dust off my shoulders
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i guess it's karma. i numbed myself for the evening but i know tomorrow it's going to be hard. i don't know why i put myself through such bullshit. everyday i realize more and more how powerless i really am.
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
now i can finally get that face transplant i've always wanted.
life is shaping in philadelphia. cells are beginning to rebuild and my broken life is not so puzzling. i have a momentum now, and although it's made of glass, i feel as though i, myself am unbreakable.