September 06, 2004

taken out of context:

The only person who makes my life difficult…is ME.

The thing is, about four years ago years ago, I did something I wasn’t proud of.

I had become a seventy year old Homosexual.

I bit my lower lip not wanting to tell her that I felt like I was dressed in drag.

I was compelled to cut off the top of my ear with a dull pair of shears.

I am starting to believe that life is a joke and that I’m the only person who gets it.

I am not required to struggle for human companionship.

But I could be wrong.

I left my bedroom window open a few inches one night, and when I woke up it was gone.

I have no more death left to offer.

So, last night I cut myself with one of my own weapons, and by accident, for the first time.