terrence

fuck yeah, man. i got to update. i like it better when i see "no comments" on my home page every time i log in. it's comforting........not really.

my mind is racing. i can't pin down a single thought long enough to let it develope. looking in, i'm in slow motion. nothing going on inside. so much beneath the surface, that you will not be let in on. both good and bad, but you will never know. to you, i'll seem easy: no patience for the moment. to me i seem quite fine. m a-okay! i'm cool, i'm fun. a victomless crime. i want to withdraw from this race. i feel like staying in....for a long long time..

today i played my guitar for the first time in a while. it was fun.....then i noticed that there was blood on the pickguard and my fingerr was bleeding. so then not fun. but the first part was awesome. i have a bandaid now so i'll be playing more in the future. it's hard to write with a band aid. band aid is on my finger on my right hand. good thing i'm masturbadextrous or whatever it's called.

i want to let you in. to see me feel. i'm just not exactly sure how.

i'm about to pass out now as i type. goood night, fool.