there are a lot of people who left years ago, people who I will never see this. know that I love you
and I know for a brief moment, I was a bright, weird little flash of light in some people's memories
there's little left here but pain. the few people I love who are still here are drowned out by the constant din of *gestures broadly* all this
it's been almost 11 years. 11 of the most fucked up, mind bending years of my life. how am I supposed to stay the same through that?

