Love is watching someone die. I wish I could go back. Some days more than others, but it remains the same. Sometimes, I wish I hadn’t given myself over to that world. I wouldn’t hurt now, I wouldn’t hurt tomorrow, and this wouldn’t carry over into the next great love of my life. Maybe that […]

This entry was almost something else entirely. It was almost angry, and detailing my hate for all the things in this life that continue to follow me around, even after I’ve left them behind. It was irritated, and though I was trying to be as diplomatic as possible given the fact that I was seeing […]