A COMMUNAL EXPERIMENT IN SELF CURATION

a Soul Project

archival : first confession :

I think I'll explode.
Where's Cam when I need him.
I need to talk.
I need to vent.
I have to get this
off my chest
before it takes over
my mind.
That's why I'm escaping,
tonight.
I'm going to drink,
and I'm going to go wild.
I have to,
or else I'll just
keep thinking about
how Evelyn
"has feelings"
for him.
She told me so herself.
Please, let me die.
Let me wither away.
I want this problem
to shrink from reality.
I want quicksand
to suck me down.
I want to live a life
without thinking of him for once.

It'd be another first.