So I'm drunk. And this is the first time I've actually been drunk in a while. I don't think I can get drunk anymore. I've figured out that it doesn't mesh so well with the whole "being dead inside" deal. It just makes me realize how sad I really am. And if I wanted that then I'd just stop forcing myself not to feel things. Fucking. Gravity.
Saturday, December 03, 2005
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you're still writing about it. being dead, that is. so there's something going on.
ghost writer? zombie writer? that would be better than a ghostwriter, because after they hacked out your autobiography you could send them forth to eat brains.
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