This feeling? A feeling, wow, what? Of hope? Am I dreaming? Am I dead? This is alien. The sudden urge to go out, buy a hot air balloon, a great friend, fine food, champagne, good cigarettes, and just fly for hours, with no care of destination or consequence. That would be fine. So Long, Lonesome.
Monday, 23 April 2012
Tuesday, 17 April 2012
I'm sure that lots of people would care if I wasn't here anymore. I don't mean to sound bigheaded, and I'm sure you understand what I mean. If people were told that you were going to die, or had already, they would be sad. All of your family, your friends, old friends, close friends, there would be a lot of people that it would affect. But I do wonder, I really do, that if I told my landlord I was living somewhere else from next week, and then just gave up, who would notice? My family? Doubtful. And when do friends check in? I do feel like its 100% on me. I might just stop trying to communicate and see how long before I hear from anyone. I give it at least a month. I'll let you know.