like how shadows are bright

i don't remember the last time i posted on this. *checks* early august. and in these two months, i've lived and died and woken up to find myself in an array of possitions, some not humanly possible. [get your head out of the gutter]
most of which by now, without the help of cryptic journal entries on livejournal, i have forgotten.
i'm starting to feel like i should start packing up to leave. doesn't matter where. or trashing everything in sight at random. and pray that they don't take out the trash too soon.

sometimes Change is a sneaky little bastard. comes up to you from the back and wraps you in clingwrap before you can even say "stay away from me you fucking sneaky bastard!". yeah... but sometimes you're kind of thankful that it is.