September 2011
1 post
I’m still alive. Believe it or not, I’m still fucking alive.
Everything about me that used to exist is dead. I have killed my past, cut it into pieces, and sealed it inside a wall in the basement.
That is to say, I’ve grown up. I have moved along in life. I left the city. I left the loud music. And I left all of the narcotics behind.
I am still trying to get a grip on this...