It would be so funny and stupid to look at my relationsips now, or so it seems. July is a gay month. Die July, die. Slowly, but surely, my visions of things are beginning to fade. eg. Mist. Fog. What do i see? How do i see it? i don't. i'm blind. Point: i can't see past this blind anymore. And i don't know why, but it hurts. This is merely an example of my ignorance and my fear towards self-corruption, but as it is, that's all i can come up with right now. Isn't it funny how we chase ourselves away when it comes to death? Don't worry, keep believing what you have to in order to get through this life. When believing in something, at least there is some associated accomplishment. “The constant assertion of belief is an indication of fear” -Jiddu Krishnamurti “Your belief in God is merely an escape from your monotonous, stupid and cruel life” -Jiddu Krishnamurti i thought it appropriate, considering my grandfather, my Dada, was Indian.