"i don't think i want to do this anymore." be with, b-width...majorweather's "jesus, gertrude!" soft smile.

800-and-something cell phone minutes to use up by august 6, no accessible email account, and no one to talk with to speak of.

loneliness is my longest standing affliction. the scourging one, too.

and also, i treat all of my good would-be "friends" so badly. i never sent those letters to b. or called r. or sent tapes to r. or...aaah.

and more of this.