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I can't make a def. date, but probably early summer. Thanks casi.
Today: I don't get it. Is my whole world just a big meaningless fantasy? There doesn't seem to be any purpose, and I don't seem to have a place. I ask for what I need, I don't demand or beg, I'm honest...where does that get you, when it's all just hanging by a thread and in the back of your mind is always the fear that there will be that one 'snip' and lots of laughter as I fall so fucking far down that getting back up may seem impossible.
What am I, a giant social experiment? A topic of philosophical blathering? Just another tick on the post? Is any of it real? Does honesty count for anything? Anything at all?
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