Every fucking second without hearing from you is pure torture. I can't
describe it any other way, really. You moved on so fast, and I don't have
the full story. I have so many questions, I want answers. I thought you may
have been here this weekend, so I drove around last night, and I could not
find you. Then I decided to stamp on the accelerator, and hope I could make
the bend near my house. It didn't even provide me with a rush. I couldn't
feel anything. I would love to feel even rage. But it's nothing but
emptiness.
I'm not going to make it. I'm just not. And discovered that
carbon monoxide poisoning is much harder to achieve these days -
fucking catalytic converters! What the hell am I supposed to do
now?!
Noticed a large increase of readers from Russia - I wonder what's
up with that? Anyway, hello to you. It would have been nice to
visit your country, but I do not see any way that can occur now.
Monday, May 28, 2012
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