i haven't been able to add anything meaningful in a long time. all of everything has already been subtracted; divided; reduced to fractions of feelings and ideas. i remember when my mind was sliced from one piece to two, and from two pieces to four, yet i've lost track since then.

i'm way together on the outside. clean cut, nice shirts, a blissful glimmer in my eyes. diary, i wouldn't embarrass you at dinner. i would order whatever you're having and i'd laugh at all your jokes and you could expect to be properly kissed when you drop me off.

i'm surrounded by wine and smoke and headaches.