i don't know where i get off, giving
advice like that, when i'm guilty of
not following it myself. fuck this,
fuck me, fuck i hope everyone is okay.
fuck, i hope everything turns out right,
and no one fucking dies.

and i'm sick of missing everyone that
i seem to have lost touch with. i think
talking to danny lately has made me sort
of confused. he reminds me of them and
sarah. i miss her. even though i never
really knew her. i felt like i never
needed to explain anything i said to her,
(or anything i wrote that she read)
she just understood. he might read this
so i won't really elaborate, aside from
saying it's the same case with danny.

god, this was the least eloquent thing i've
ever written; including drunk writing.