18.11.10

i probably made the most sucidal mistake about certain things in life. and sometimes i just ought to have my brains being blown out. i should leave. leave for the better. see lesser hear lesser. and be the last to know about everything i sware.
guess that would make things less complicated.
4 more days. i cant wait.

I wonder which is preferable — to walk around all your life swollen up with your secrets until you burst from the pressure of them, or to have them sucked out of you, every paragraph, every sentence, every word for them, so at the end you’re depleted of all that was once as precious to you as hoarded gold, as close to you as your skin — everything that was of the deepest importance to you, everything that made you cringe and wish to conceal, everything that belonged to you alone — and must spend the rest of your days like an empty sack flapping in the wind, an empty sack branded with a bright fluorescent label so that everyone will know what sort of secrets used to be inside you?
i probably made the most sucidal mistake about certain things in life. and sometimes i just ought to have my brains being blown out. i should leave. leave for the better. see lesser hear lesser. and be the last to know about everything i sware.
guess that would make things less complicated.
4 more days. i cant wait.