Bruises and Scars

I should write about what’s been going on with me. The trip to VA and everything that’s happened since I last wrote. But its all crap and shit and just wonderful stuff that I’d rather lose myself in another world. Fiction is so much better than reality. Happy endings and all that crap. Although they usually make me feel more shitty than I did before.

Oh well, no one wants to hear about the bruises and the scars. So I’ll just write more about Sara and Mitch. (from the Story of Random Proportions)