Jan 2
Bye ’09
So, 2009 is over, I’m a year older. I feel like I should write something profound, or beautiful, something to sum up a year, but I just don’t feel the words. I’m tired, 2009 wore me out. I don’t feel like digging it up, cutting my wrists for everyone to watch. That is what I do here, I bleed letters that make up words, that make up sentences, that make up me.
Baby, there’s something wrong with me that I can’t see…
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“And I rationed my breaths, as I said to myself..
That I’d already taken too much today.”
It’s completely understandable. Sometimes I have to give in and let the words of others do the talking for me.
FWIW, 2009 wore me out too. Good riddance.
“bleed letters that make up words”
Well said.