well, its friday, and it was a crazy friday, and i thought i felt like writing something sad, something morose about the death of love or being the left behind. but i don't really, i keep going over it in my head, how sorry for myself i am or have been, how i wish i had some recourse, but i feel sort of done with that part. sort of.
i crave forward movement. i feel a need for something more something fulfilling something that might better me and distance me and keep me from continuing to feel so badly for myself. self pity is no fun to be around, especially for the person feeling sorry for themselves.
well, maybe some other time.
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