cipher

that was not the kind of cry i had in mind

let's get something straight, too. i took no one off my friends list. i briefly went anonymous. yes, it was stupid and melodramatic, but i'm sick of what this place has become. it brought us together, but ever since it's been a wedge between us.

and now it seems she's dumped me. over e-mail.
what happened to promises? to tenacity?

Well, I'm still tenacious. My demons win nothing I don't compromise, and I don't give up on great things because a couple of bad hours won more than they deserved.

I've gotta go see about a girl.

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That went smashingly.

At least I can always count on my own idiocy as a universal constant.

I find myself thinking of Gaiman's 'Sandman.' I've always thought the Sandman was a giant metaphor for the struggle of a writer. The way we are. Dream couldn't open up, he couldn't change. Can I?

The words she wrote are daggers. I'm bleeding dizziness, nauseau. Some new animal of pain.

The worst part is that she still loves me. That makes it so much worse.