Well isn't this just a pickle.

I purged shitloads of people from my profile and of them all, it took that one less than a day to figure it out and try and re-add me. Why are you like this...


I don't need a hook. to be on some wall in cyberspace to be taken down for a few consoling words and then re-hung like a used fucking towel. I am better than that. Worth more. That chance came and went. That part of me is gone and dead.


It took a long time to kill it.




You'd wake it back up if you could, and I'll try to resist as best I can.





Then again, who knows. Mabe some sad, lonely little part of me actually liked it. liked being nothing.


#Shitididn'tneedonasaturday

STRATEGIZE

Okay, people. if there are any of you who still read this shitty rag of a blog, I'd like to hear about it.

but beyond that, life has become so strange and alien to me that I can't even realte it in writing.


Fuck this.