In the end...

It isn't really about who's right or wrong, it's about who's first to realize that they need to apologize.

It's thursday night, and it's 10:46. I have no one to call and say hello, to just ask what they're up to. I think my laptop is electrically charged (duh) because every time I start typing something, the hairs on my arms stand up.

I had a dream last night that I was living in the runis of an underground bomb shelter with talking cartoon bananas. They thought I was going to eat them and so they beat me to death while bombs rained down from above.

To clarify some things:

I can write whatever I want here, and I don't have to explain it to anyone. That's the beauty of it.

No matter how many people I know, or how many may care, or how many will say "I love you too!" when I tell them that I love them, there is a void. One day I'm going to fill that void, but until then I am always searching.

I was given a little piece of advice today that I'm thinking about now:

"Believe the teachings of a raven."

Also right now, I'm reading the lyrics of "Tonight We're Gonna Give It 35%"

"Dear Jesus, are you listening?

If this is the once chance that really matters, well, don't let me fuck this up."



I love you all.