Truth Is,

as a friend. as a friend. as a friend. as
a friend. as a friend. as a friend. I guess she’s
exonerating herself. Oh, I already said it’s “as a
friend”– it’s your own stupidity that’s the
problem. If it works out, hey, count yourself
lucky. If it doesn’t, go fuck yourself…

What an enviable position to be in.

“She”, generic, and in particular.

Courage

I was talking to Guillaume.. and I was reminded
how hard I struggled with my depression. And I
felt so sad. I am so much better now. But to know
that there’s this beast in me that has to be kept
in chain, that for whatever random reasons, it
might break loose again, I feel scared. I’ve done
everything I can to keep that from happening, and
more and more. That possibility is tending toward
statistical insignificance. I am proud.

Thanks, everyone.

Maybe It’s Time For Cognitive Dissonance

I need a girl that really squeezes me dry. I’d hate her, but she’d be good for me.

I’ve changed my rhetorics. I’ve not changed. Every moment I long to move on. It feels like a waste of time.

I always move on, finding unfounded what I found.

I need banality.

My avoidant attachment style is showing.

Neurochemical Indigestion

I work so hard, so hard, so hard, so hard.

The moment I stop to take a breath, I feel like I am going to puke. Damn it all.

Damn brain, I’ll cram you more!

New Blog

hey all,

i am moving to my own domain, finally.

the new feed is http://feeds2.feedburner.com/metacircus

hope we meet again : )

howard