[02.07.04]-[12:07 a.m.]
i feel like i'm walking dead
-portland.-
i know you will never get this message, but nonetheless, i feel i should tell you.
i've never cheated on you
i've never used and not told you, and i haaven't used since you left
i'm not planning to, nor am i planning on killing me; i feel like i'm already dead, and what's the point if it's like that
you were my world, are my world. and i don't know what to do without you
that's why i've been so unforgiving
i don't know how i should feel
i don't know whether to be angry or to be sad or happy or what
i certainly don't feel free, and i doubt you are too, though i expect that's what you want
i love you
and i won't forget you, though i also imagine you will soon forget me as a mistake of your youth.
i don't forget much. i know you think i'm never paying attention and that i'm never listening, but i can only tell you that i listen more acutely than you can imagine
disagreement isn't not understanding.
i want you to be happy. and if that means without me nagging or hanging on, i understand. i understand anyway.
i doubt i will ever tell you
other than this
but i feel particularly nihilistic at the moment.
and i know i will live through this, but i don't know if i want to
and that, contrary to your belief, or mine, i'm not sure which, isn't true
12:05 AM
'oh you're so very precious you and i, and everything that you do makes me want to die. oh i just told the biggest lie.'
- elliot smith
he's dead
and i feel like i've already joined him
me and this bottle of johnnie walker, black label
good whiskey
i can't drink it though
i shaved
and i cut my hair.
and i hate the way i look
i'm growing hte beard back as soon as possible
you're right, i do look better with it
maybe i just want to hide
but i hate myself
i really do.
and i'm starting to think you hate me too.
but i won't let myself use that excuse because i know it isn't true. or at least i won't let myself believe it. i love you.
goodbye.
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