cops and robbers.

This unbearable burden is closer to being lifted off my shoulders. Like walking through deep snow with every step getting harder then the last, and the snow seemingly rising, its only intent to consume you and break you.

I've carried on, but with a chip on my shoulder. Now, i could be pressed to care. which might work out, since i usually only care about myself.
but when your burning bridges, bridges that are years in the making, you send a clear message.

so, i implore you, continue on. see how far it gets you. If you cross enough people, you may be able to die alone. all those who you think about, or favor, or slave to, don't mean anything to you. when you drop, they drop. when your gone, they might miss you for about 25 minutes.. before they get a fix.

I'm over it. home is home is hell. I'm used to it... everything i hate about here, i love equally.

so, in a press statement I release to the world, I denounce the merits of companionship, and friendship, and boast endlessly of the destruction of my sense of certainty, and compassion.