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June 4, 2001
"But maybe you are the asshole."

I don't often question anything I say or do. Mostly because I can't remember any of it after about two or three hors. Most of my life, at least everything before 1978 and after 1991, is a complete blur. A fractured jumble. So I've just assumed that it really didn't matter. Taking every day as a fresh mystery. Names, faces, and place all unknowns. I've come to think that maybe this chaotic existence has been draining and begun to feel cut off. No projects completed. Few stable friendships, and so many people pissed off.