I've lost sight of why I do this; and it feels so much better this way. Really.
I came to the conclusion the other day that life is both destructive and beautiful, and everything in it is a microcosm of that.
Everything - every relationship, every object, every ending and every beginning is hurtful, sorrowful, and glorious.
This is probably why I think suffering is redemptive.
Going away, my heart's going away.
I suppose this should make me sad.
It doesn't really; I think that's a testament to how true it is.
I don't feel so well all of a sudden.
I'm going to try to sleep some.
take it now