Thursday, January 6, 2011

"Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance."

a long time ago in an apartment far far away.

i can feel my self slipping deeper into winter everyday. i don't want to go out. i don't want to hang out. i don't want to drink. i don't even want to see anyone. it's not personal. i've just been drifting away in recent months. sorry i haven't called. but my phone hasn't been ringing either so i guess it's fair. i hate the intangible nature of the internet. i mean, if you write a nasty letter to someone and they receive it...they can always have it. if you post something on the internet it can be deleted and people can still talk about it but they can't see it and read it over and over. it almost makes it worse. but it makes shit easier to take back. it makes it easier to pretend we're something we're not or to become something we never were. i mean, whatever, that's the webbernet. it just bums a sister out.