?ew era ohw ,i ma ohw

Very little was left, you are sure, because you feel insignificant now. The hard slick heart of your soul: That is what remains. A body small as a river stone, and just as simple. You picture yourself as a piece of indigestible grit, a nameless nothing hiding among other nameless stones. Perhaps you glitter like a gem, yes. Pride makes you hope so. If only you could see yourself. But you have no eyes. Not the dimmest sense survives. What lives is memory, and what slim portion of these thoughts can you trust?

Return of the Rager

I'm sure you see my name and picture and hear about me just as much as I do you. I hope it disgusts and enrages you the way I do. You've ruined an entire season for me. All I do now is get fucked up to skip that part of the year. I can't even move on when I know I have because all of you are swine in your own way. I'm gonna be who I want to be not who I think is the right person to be. "You can try and numb the pain but it'll never go away". I'll accept that. As long as everyone else knows my pain and accepts it as well.