I love people in their inadequacies. though I do get upset when people drive drunk, it's one of the only things I can think of that really makes me mad.

I had strange dreams this afternoon about stolen things and waterparks and life out of control.

I get scared. and dont' get me wrong, everything is fine. but the future is horrific to me some days. I don't know what to say at this point.

there are a lot of things I want but I cover it up with other things. I'm fine I'm fine I tell my friends. but I never do tell myself the same things. I worry that my loneliness is insatiable, i worry about it never being cured; it's the only thing that would ever make my life really intolerable.

I love people, my heart bursts with love. and where does it have to go? I guess that's what I have to figure out. it's my rushmore.

saturday april 27. morning.

I love when I update coming back from the bars. it's a little insight into the strange workings of parts of my brain which don't normally expose themselves.

open wide the windows and unhinge the roof, I want this rain today to wash away all the badness and satisfy my thirst and leave me fresh for the upcoming week.

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