And I don't even remember most of it.

Well, most of the beginning. I'm pretty sure I remember a good amount of the ending.


...

Just as fine as she could be.

I leapt, I fell. Shit happens.

I'm human after all. Don't let me fall.

Fuck fear and all it entails. I've jumped off the proverbial cliff, now I've just got to either wait for the sudden stop, or hope for something soft to break my fall.

Stigmata martyrs, stigmata martyrs.

I once had an idea for an improv troupe named "Satyrical," where it'd be satire in the style of Greek comedies. But that's not at all related to what I wanted to talk about.

Long rant warning

Why am I incapable of letting go? Am I such a fucking wreck that I'm actually afraid of moving on?

Let me give you the skinny.
There was a girl I liked back in high school. We didn't really talk much. And...

Sometimes my friends get me to seriously reconsider things that I feel very strongly about. And it ends up making me worry that I'll be wrong about everything I think.


Is it better to pine for a woman, or to cut her out of your life completely?

I'm not really sure about it anymore.

By you I obviously mean suicide.





Yet another woman in my life.

I met her in a porn chat room. I know what you're thinking, but no. I'm not just lusting after a chick. In fact, my attraction to her hasn't been sexual yet.

Whenever I watched her, it was all I cared about at the moment. I'm happy to just know her. It's made me doubt whether or not I was ever really in love before.


And yet I still feel...

Just found out my friend got threatened with a knife and sent to the hospital.


If I find out who did this to her, they're going to pay.

I'll have more billboards for you pricks in a while.

Seriously.