What a weird night.

I think I spent it crying.

2003-12-13, bewildered

Tears are tickling the bottom of my throat as they're making their way down my face and underneath my collar.

Sometimes I feel absolutely helpless in the face of grief. It's like something is living in my chest and it wants to have me for dinner.

2003-12-12, monsters

I have decided that I am a bozobrain!

I'm also really fucking tired.

2003-12-12, your lyrics are dumb like a linoleum floor

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