yeah, well. everyone's gotta go sometime. i sorta like where i'm at. not enough dancing though. or writing. or art. i need art like fishy needs water. speaking of... fishy's going to kill me. and i still miss him. but i flew off in a completely different direction. i wish i could at least know he's okay. but i severed that connection. better for me. YOU CAN'T FIX ME IF I'M NOT BROKEN. i'm scared... but the rain consoles me. fuck scared, i'm terrified. running blind. fun. run.