2:56 a.m.
October 28, 2005
You know, honestly, I'd prefer that people's lives ended as they left from me. I don't want to be forced into a huge grouping of where they progressed to, some made up backstory explained hastily by the author through anecdotes. You're out of my life, you're out of my life. If we're gonna keep up, it probably won't work. It's sadism for me to expect something out of your lives. You have what I "want", but not really. I'm enlightened like a motherfucker.