don't forget to CHOKE.

xo,

your SELF

I read old writings and wonder who I was and who I am now. So self absorbed and unable to see what everything really was.

Not that I'm any less self absorbed and unable to see what everything really is.

[anecdote:Sharon had me rewrite an old story from her red notebook into her other red notebook for her to publish and I had to write something at the end of it. I could barely muster up anything to say about it. I used to write a lot about lesbians and girls gutting themselves or dying in alleyways or vomiting or vampires because I was a BIG HOMO.]

I have found a new prospective someone I think maybe.

I got a promotion at work to community coordinator.

I take many weekend trips.

I dream about strange things. I worry that my brain has permanent damage from strychnine.