He didn’t even see me, when I last saw him;

It’s been three hundred days, almost exactly. Not in the clouds or anywhere under my feet, and I’ve been waking lately, on nobodys mind.

And I don’t even like blogging personally anymore, but I am losing.

And I can’t clean this up, not the fucking loser I am or her is; or how dry I am on luck;

I just watched him die, and I don’t believe in depression, or downing. Just loss; and i want to disappear again.