it's 11:43 pm, on December 28, 2006 - post script.

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last entry I talked about how life right now feels like after the train wreck - about how, even though things are happening, it feels like they don't belong. Or rather, like I don't belong, like I should have been erased and continue to exist as an afterthought, an accident. A post script, nothing more.

That's the current state: a post script. when the train wreck happened, I didn't feel its danger until about a week later; I was casual about it until it really settled in, and the thought hit me that we should have died, and instead didn't. for about a month afterwards, it felt like everything that happened was an accident, and that the reality was I was gone, buried, closed. complete.

maybe I can just lapse into a coma for a while, instead.

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