March 29, 2004

  • Happinesses grate on me like maggots in a putrifying wound. Nauseating, painful, squirming, horrifying...but necessary, preventing of poisoning of self and of life and of blood.


    I feel alone but I know I'm not.


    I feel sad if I feel anything but alone.


    I will be all right. I will work and I will strive and I will sweat and I will bleed and I will cry and I will sleep and I will need and I will want. I will eat and eat and eat good food, happy food, healthy food. I will drink coke as though it were the tears of god. I will go on. Heh...my heart will go on even...though hopefully without the help of a Celine Dion soundtrack.


    I will be okay.

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