6:49 a.m. - 2008-08-30
where the wild things were...
Well it has been a while hasn't it. Another year gone and went and then some. A move, a love, another move another love, and still I feel as bleak and bereft and empty as ever.
I have talked about this yawning hole inside of me i have talked about it at length, and before you go dismissing this as whining drivel; know that i have Gnashed teeth and foam dripping from my pearly fangs as i type this, oh Yes I am full of hate, and bile, and venom a plenty these past months and years. for all i have done and seen is not wasted on me, it has opened up my eyes and made me realize i live in a dichotomy of fools. I am the most hateful cog in the machine that runs world.
Each morning i wake i hate everything i hate the sun, the grass, the trees and the dog, I hate everything...
But it was not so once... i use to know something other than this. i used to know love, but he emotion is as forgotten to me and as foreign as anything thing else.... i think i've forgotten how to care. i think i lost my passion somewhere amongst the Florida sands. I think i feel anger and hate, because it's the only thing that i can feel anymore. I've forgotten the rest... and the scary thing is...i don't even care.
