index | archives | notes Wednesday, Dec. 07, 2005 6:47 a.m. << [ Aftermath ] >> It fell out of me and lay there, a disgusting, quivering lump. Jell-o in an earthquake. The truth. And afterwards I felt like vomiting, because this, this doesn't mean anything. Last night she tried to kill herself, and I think this is as close to apathy as I've ever been. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org