It seems to me I'm not real anymore, there's alot of holding back, pretending, ignorance, attempts to preserve what I have. Or what I think I have, but it's fragile. There's no such thing as reality or delusion, right or wrong anymore, there isn't even regret. For there are two sides to a cold shiny coin. Shouldahad on one, applause on the other. Wanting to reach out, but not letting it happen. Is it heading towards an I don't know, I don't care, I don't give a four letter word anymore?
cranky and hot and cold as it likes and all it does is frizz my hair up
I went off @
10:42 AM
control
Friday, January 29, 2010