forfucksakes.

and for a moment I believed that the direction in which we wander had changed, steered far enough to the right that we would not fall into the circular dance. I was wrong, and it's discouraging. along the lines of 'whatthefucksthepointanyways'. nothing to say, nothing to do - just pile up the resentment inside this closet of flesh and bones until the weight of it kills me. now that's a compromise, if I've ever heard one :|