Dawn

I just realized something.
This fall you haven't noticed me.
You don't listen when I speak.
You don't remember things I have told you (granted, you have always had a bit of selective memory).
You haven't noticed what I've done to you (as you yourself confessed yesterday), or maybe for you are better words. Not that I did a lot, or enough. I just did more than usually.


And to think that I was actually thinking that we where moving forwards in some areas.

I'm not being fair now, I know.


A notice to you who might be following this blog. You can comment now, if you would like, for some reason. Also, I am at the moment saving up some enormous buckets of soul bile in the drafts section. One day they might be here. Or they might not. Let me know if you might want them or see them or whatever. Or don't.

I don't know why I'm writing this. Is kind of cowardly.



I don't like me right now. I'm so paranoid, I could run the KGB. I'm ashamed of myself. Sometimes I don't know what my limits are, when push comes to shove.

Everything is a last goodbye. It feels like it.