well, *that* was new.

11 05 2007

this part’s getting more and more familiar, though: trust no one.

not even the nicest ones. it’s not their fault; we’re all just way more adrift than we know, & far more easily nudged from one way of moving to another by the tides. at breakfast there was this place with cats that twine around my ankles that was a piece of home; by bedtime there wasn’t anymore. it’s just that simple; people leave, doors close, things change.

i’ve never actually been disoriented & confused & just plain upset enough to hurl before, but it’s feeling not unlikely, & i really didn’t drink that much at all. hate hurling. hate a lot of things tonight. it wasn’t supposed to be so fast.




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