April 2011
They hauled off the t-bird today.
Symbolic, no?
March 2011
The poem I’ve been writing… it was so good, and it meant so much as I was compiling it together and I had it nearly finished until just now.
Now.. it doesn’t mean anything. In a single instant, it’s rubbish.
Sad to see you go but I love to watch you leave, haha. I know you’re reading this, but you don’t have to anymore.
You’re free.
I’m...
