i fucking hate the idea of fate, which seems to like playing me for a fool. the post-it's coming off tomorrow morning, and i'm glad i deleted it off my phone earlier. now to just stop thinking about it at all...
why conspire to prevent me from going to bed at a decent time? granted that makes the sleep all the more sound, and avoids all the dream nonsense that comes and goes. i had so much to say that was intangible. it's all in another form now, and not suited to posting here. for all of the mad anticipation, the delay, the waste, it's all done for now at least.
the past is there merely to be haunting. we learn so few lessons.
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