on a warm saturday afternoon in march, all it took was a two minute bathroom conversation to reduce me to a sissy. i was treated with more kindness, understanding and patience than i deserved. my friends stood by me through the darkest hours and cried when my eyes were all dried out.
on a friday evening in march, i realized i did choose the right path five months ago although this was not one i meant to take. i don't plan to stay long but i'm sure glad i walked a few meters of it.
next wednesday is still hazy but whatever it is that the fog covers, i know somebody will be there with me in the moment of great weakness (whether it be from being too happy or on the verge of breaking down). they say i should claim my right. i am claiming it, i just don't know if the courts will agree with me.
all i have to do now is wait for mr. anderson telling me that he can hear the sound of inevitability. the wait is pure torture.
Song of the Day: Dazed, Beautiful and Bruised (by Catatonia)
Between the lines I think you'll find
Lessons learned from alleys blind
Beauty can turn sour
But recognise through all the lies
The hero of the hour
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