"But everything I'm not, made me everything I am"
'tis the truth for anyone. everyone. there's really not that much to tell other than i have developed quite the acid tongue, sharper than a hunters' blade and sure to spill more blood, a resurgence of my gnarly nicky-no-breath anxiety attacks, probably as a result of more people coming and going from life. It's not forever but when does it stop? It's your turn, and your turn and it'll be my turn soon but i don't want it to change yet, and i don't have any control over it. I'm happy for you, i really am. and when i piss off into the sunset, you'll be there at the airport too. to be perfectly honest though, I am fed up. For as long as i can remember people have been getting on planes without me. i guess this is all part of my story and more than likely i've done things that haven't always left them feeling completely kosher. but there they are, all in the same city together, the last time for a very long time and here I am, writing an anonymous article and eating bbq garlic king prawns with beer on my lonesome. thats how it is and i'm alright with that. I always am. allow me to lose my brain a little, leave my sunglasses in the linen cupboard in the hall for a few days, get a little bit blog-emo. it's far superior to, and economically savvy than paying for a therapist. i just wanna go away for a while and not hear about what people are doing. just for a week. just to regain my lung capacity.
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