Snake.

I think people are phases. Almost every friend I have ever had has been temporary. Just a passing season. It sure is a blast while it lasts, then it goes away for some reason or another. Most of the time I am okay with this. It's not like I actually hang out with people anyway. But then I think it is probably my fault that people are phases in my life. I think I need to figure out what is wrong with me, or what I am doing wrong. There are some people I simply don't want to go away or for me to go away from. I am horrible at being a friend. I'll make you crafts till you hate me for it, but I probably won't call you up to get lunch ever. Maybe I just friend the kind of people who like getting lunch. Or who cannot stand crafts like I cannot stand lab reports.

If you need spiritual healing of any sort, go see Jonsi live. I have never seen anything like that show, nor will I again. There was something so powerful and tangible brought out by that man that just messed up your heart for permanent. I really can't even describe it. No one I've talked to seems to understand what it did to me except for my brother, as usual. Sometimes I think we talk in our own code and don't even realize that it isn't words anyone else can speak.

Today I wrote a story. It has been years since I've written a story. It was told from the point of view of some bug wings.

Another life-changing experience from last week:

This is pretty boring. Also as usual. See ya.