It's gone.
Over.
Relinquished.
I am not lost. I am found in my hatred. For living.
Time will welcome arrant hearts. Those that never had a home in the life before this.
It wants. It becomes. All that I can be waits there in the dark like a flame undone.
I've found my poison. All that's left to do is take it.
Saturday
1/28/2006 12:18:00 AM
Don't commit suicide o.k? I like reading your blog and would like to be able to keep reading it.
Yeah, don't you go dyin' on me now woman.
I know you have said that your writing doesn't fully reflect your life, but dang--it gets so friggin' dark sometimes.
I hope you're okay.
Woah... back the fuck up. I thought this was going to be a theraputic experience for you not a conterproductive one!
istanbulwitch: i can't commit suicide just yet.
dena: i'm as good as i've ever been. relatively speaking.
LNF: the best laid plans of mice and men...
thanx you guys.
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