sure

i can't believe how completely vacant i feel. i keep reaching for the same old vices but nothing works.

this summer is going to be one big long ache. full of nothing. full of what would have been.

sure.

while i was drunk i told myself: this is the mosy contrived life you've ever lived. THIS IS NOT BEING PURE.

sure.

i could love all, leave all, kill and die for nothing.

2006-04-03