Just curious.

I wonder if you ever have the urge to talk to me. Spontaneously.

Should you have these thoughts, please do message me.

I want you to.

People die of common sense, one lost moment at a time. Life is a moment. There is no hereafter. So make it burn always with the hardest flame.

It's been a while since I have written anything worth reading. I've been creatively drained and generally, too happy. I miss the throbbing. It gave me reason, purpose and some motivation. I would like to throw my heart on the ground and see a crowd march through it, but I'm afraid they'd all slip and break their legs.

If only someone would give me a name for this. A name, a case, a medical term, anything, really. I am tired of trying to figure out what is wrong with me. Right now I am willing to do anything to feel everything. However, I will not be another link in your chain of collectibles.

P.s. There are too many "I" 's in this post. Does that mean I'm selfish or just childish?

Pp.s. I cooked my first meal today. Nobody choked.

I used to love being your friend.

Now I resent the thought of you.

- How is it that you can possibly be special to me? You're fucked in the head. In the most magnificent way. I gravitate towards "fucked'. You've seen some fucked up shit... and I'm curious. The most important part though... You're the only person I've met that I feel could challenge me in any way. The rest... Well they don't... Those who did are long gone. I'm honoring the contract... What I want to ask you is... Are you not happy with the current version of it?