FRIENDS ONLY.


You don't seem to be my friend.

So, non-friend, the door has slammed shut in your face. Loud. Hollow. Echoing. Despair.

Finding yourself denied entry here should make you feel... the total absence of hope, which has nothing to do with despair, a continual refusal, which must not be confused with renouncement - and a conscious dissatisfaction.

Leave a comment if you want me to see if I can care about you. We can find hope together.





JUST KIDDING!


This journal is only for surfing through groups and reading things I fool myself into thinking are important. I have no friends and don't want them.