Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Cigarettes, wedding bands

My dislike for being languid and unoccupied resides in the fact that it just gives me more time to descent into the tresses of my own mind. I am completely aware of the danger in that. Danger in the possibility of memories being raked up, implications of concocting accusations and situations and the assemblage of what-ifs that surmounts to nothing but intense paranoia and all sorts of insecurities.

It's ugly.

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