no. not anymore. real stars don't have strings. neither did. what just happened. empty. why does the empty feeling come back every time. and yet there's still more. this shouldn't happen. well. shouldn't anymore. fifteen now. it makes more sense. but. is it too much. i think it could work. but the secrets. the secret will still be there. right there and never answered. that wouldn't make sense. and if it was it wouldn't be truth anyway. i suppose that that should be dealt with. mostly is. mostly. there were more secrets here too. worse? i'm not so sure. but lies and secrets? seems a bit on purpose.
1. hot chocolate seems to be keeping me up.
2. bicycle. ice cream. slice. gah.
3. even though #2 seems closer than it really is. forget about #2. just forget about it.
4. i should probably make more sense, but that's not likely to happen any time soon. sorry.
hmmmm. that just about clears up everything. well. not everything. everything i can make vague and unrecognizable enough. deal with it.
until later.
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