it's 10:19 pm, on June 12, 2016 - older bruise.

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that sinking feeling when you realize that all your old friends are just that: old friends. not actual friends.

why am i going to toronto to hang out with people i only think i know. oh, drunk lady on spadina in 2003, how clever you were.

no wait, she said, "you're wearing a suit, why do you look so sad?" it was mr mystery that said "i came to toronto".

k used to say that the most true, the most real thing she ever wrote was the car crash scene from the cult of timberlake. I think the most true thing I ever wrote was that two-scene thing between methos and henry the eighth the vampire, getting drunk in a bar in the tee-dot to forget.

it's ridiculous, is what; home is the possibility, the blank slate, of love and relationships, not the realization of it.

to be young is to be sad. i guess to be old, is to be tired.

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