i've kinda lost my steam. i was feeling dangerous. train running full tit on a track with no end. mad, purposefull, but pointless. and obviously due to derail. i want rachel. more than anything i want that bitch back. i described my mood to young blaine as: dangerous, wound up, driving, loud, drunk, rach, precision, knifey. it sums it up i reckon. FUCK angst. anger rage. blind. i dont want to see. they take too much. i have no vent. no constant work asides. and to top everything off, the global economic collapse is impending. life has a bad habit of continiuing. i need drunk. i need to dislocate. scry. i ned to scry. i want my dragon and we can chase clouds. they're heavier than you'd expect. clouds, not dragons. why do i bother? 2300|260108