Note

Parts of this blog have been fictionalized. 9. As it was created through the halls of the mind in the grasp of psychosis.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Maybe he's just the head trip.

Maybe he's not sorry because he doesn't feel sorry.

This is a heartbreak story. This is a love story.

And someday, it will make more sense.

Maybe they think the more you twist in the trap, the more you bleed, the more you're wounded, the more you go down.

You get better.

"Thank you."

NO need to thank. If you give a cold rebuttal, you can't control anymore.

They all come back. They come back when you don't want them to. They have to now. Because they're in it for the fight.

This is still a love story.

People talk about the "machine" or the "conspiracy," but it's about love.

YOu don't see that, but you will. Always about one girl in love with a guy.

I'll take that all the way to D.C. or the New York Times. One girl and she's in love with a guy.

Where's the guy? What happened to the guy?

I don't know, but she's still in love with him?

YES> o
she has to be because besides that, she only has her goddamn pride left. And she doesn't like that. And then those fucking Constitutional Rights. a

She has to chase the ghost. Of what she lost. d

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