I have so many things I want to say, and reason to even say them.  I’ve lost inspiration, and really have no urge to find one.  Sometimes broken is better than breaking, but there are days I’d rather feel anything than apathy.  I’m waiting for someone to give me a reason again.

Over at the Frankenstein’s place…

I’ve stopped even wondering if you’re watching anymore.

Things are not what they might seem. I want to believe, but I’m faltering. I’m realizing many claims seem too outlandish to actually be true. I’m starting to feel nothing at all.

I’m forgetting her more, and remembering less. Sometimes its better to stop believing in fantasies…because I’m sure as fuck sick of only being one.  I’d rather be a reality.

Ugh. This pain is annoying.  May be a couple months still before surgery, which hopefully will fix this. I’m falling apart.