2003-04-16| 1:35 p.m.
Do you think you'll get through all these? she said, and I didn't say anything because I didn't have the heart to say that I would probably be done with them all by tomorrow. So instead I left, with a shiny stack of mtv poetry so cutting edge you hurt.
I'm already done with the first one.
And when you called, and said something like Hey, I know we had all these plans that you were really looking forward to but let me just fuck them up a little bit and leave you thinking about how you don't really have any friends, anymore, when you said that, I pretty much knew that the rest would be done soon too.
Tragic beauty doesn't come from words, and I always knew that.