kazatasupa

scratching and clawing...

so, I've written and erased about 2000 words in the last hour. I've covered a lot of negative things... and, like a Buddhist sand mural, I've given my art to the wind. gone.

and, i've reached a conclusion too: i'm not a good person. in fact, i'm a piece of shit. there... no more confusion. now, everything makes sense to me. now, i can make decisions and move on.

i'm tired. i could use some rest. goodnight.