anonlypuppet

[anonlypuppet]

There is a door here.

and there is not.

[anonlypuppet]

Rememberance.

The problem that we, as a general species face, is about the perspective. Memory fades, changes, warpes. We are fucking mental and deranged - every one of us, for reasons that would get us called crazy and nearly every name under the sun.

And yet we move on. In my time I've had to find some huge self-truths, in which who to ignore and who to drop. Therefor, I've chosen to better myself and put myself first. I'm sorry. It's easier this way, at least for me and, in the end, for you.

The clock is still ticking in my fucking ears. I'm sick of it, and it spikes my paranoia. I've made arrangements with a friend (associate) who has the same ideas that I do. No, I won't air these plans out especially on such a public platform where a plethra of anonymous persons can keep tabs on me (and you) but I'm saying this to say it.

Maybe I'm fucking tired of being alone.