Binds that can't be untied, oh this is slow suicide
Feelings that I can't disguise, and never will be reconciled
Something inside has died...
-Ash "Burn Baby Burn"
Call it odd of you must, but I haven't felt this alive in ages. Summer has a tendency to keep me sedated and more or less out there. Giving me just enough drive to get out of bed but not enough to realize how much frustration I have. Well, let it out in one large orgasmic rush (of the metaphoric kind).
I'm sorry Karen, Matt. I couldn't keep from doing it again. And again. So sorry.
Praise be to the online journal revolution. Otherwise I would never have known that there are others like me out there that share the same problems and concerns. It makes this lonely planet just that much more reassuring.
Been practicing my portraiture skills in graphite from my Ash DVD. Mainly Tim. I was planning on doing either Chaz or DMH next... but I fell asleep.
I'm so happy I could go break something. The scary part is... I'm not being sarcastic.
Just completely manic.
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