Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

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I had almost forgotten how much I missed the rain. If, but for a moment you would forgive me my goth trespasses, it is almost as if I require less tears in the presence of it. In fact, I'm almost not unhappy. Content with my level of misery and upset, I remember why I like goth nights and dark clothes. I like situations where I don't have to smile, where I don't have to put any honey on my tongue. I understand their use, their necessity, and I will be the first to defend social mores and conventions. But, much like sex, I like having places where I can strip myself from these disguises to at least don a mask that sits more comfortably on my face.

It is frightening how much your mannerisms and hers overlap. I can't say I'm a fan, because it is a matter like poison. How much can I stomac today? The urge to run from the room and vomit pulls on me about as strongly as the desire to fall into your eyes. The trickiest part lays in the fact that there are actually some things about you that are better than her, easier to deal with. But you're even younger, and you are simply not her, and too much of things that I would break you over. Deal breakers before a contract was even considered. This paragraph is meaningless, and I will drop it into the void, and only a handful of people will even slightly understand its passing. You certainly won't read it.

It's getting better, I think...

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: VNV Nation - Legion (song d/l)