index | archives | notes Tuesday, Feb. 05, 2008 5:28 p.m. << [ Mesh ] >> I'm pulling sweaters over my bitten, my cracked, my nails and backing into corners. You need to understand that I will ruin you if you get too close, and you need to understand that I don't mean it. The nights lately have been, I don't know, something, and I've been standing on balconies thinking about this time last week when my astronomy professor said "space is vast and empty". The Veil counted my scars last night, silent, mouthing the numbers to get a feel for them. He got to twenty before he gave up, but that's further than most get so I can't complain. I sat outside ripping at my nails, the way I'll rip him when I'm done. Hard. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org