I need to write something long and thoughtful about how the internet changed my life. It seems like a quite a story to me. Strange. Sad. Beautiful. You, it would probably bore.
I’m spending too much time thinking of someone who no longer thinks of me. I’m spending too much time browsing and nosing about in other peoples’ lives. I’m beating myself up too much and falling in and out of love repeatedly and wasting my brain and laying waste to my brain and wishing and wishing and wishing.
Not much of a post, but it’ll have to do for now.
My heart is chaos.
Chaos, pandemonium, hell. Well, not necessarily hell.