26.11.05
Better write this down before it all leaks out of my head.
Went for the elds play with bib, it was money well spent. These lines keep repeating in my head:
"The past is dead!"
"i was just a trophy... (blah blah) show off to your friends", as in having a girl/boyfriend just to parade in front of your friends.
Everybody has a story to tell, but we ferret them away in dark corners of our minds. Once you get past that it's impossible to hate a person if you understand him, for you find yourself wondering how you could have done otherwise in his position.
Sadly, we reduce their lives to one or two words, simplify a melange of thoughts desires passions reasoning dreams fears hopes into bite-sized easy-to-comprehend crumbs, then flick them away as you would an annoying insect.
And death does clear your mind wonderfully.
Ohh how depressing; i can feel my heartrate slowing my pulse slackening my mind shutting down. Pretty soon i'll be dead, comatose or asleep.
ate your heart out at 12:34 AM
