March 29, 2004
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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.
Comments (5)
Yes.
You're not alone. I'm here.
I'm here, but if not alone is sad, then should I say I'm not here? I could be kind of here, but that really doesn't work either way then. Dammit I'm confused.
well shoot. if you're cracking jokes about celene dion, you must be at least a LITTLE okay...=O)
You are right. You will be okay. I love you!! Would you like some company this weekend?
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